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My Lord, what a mornin', my Lord, what a mornin',
My Lord, what a mornin', when de stars begin to fall.

You'll hear de trumpet sound, to wake de nations underground,
Lookin' to my God's right hand, when de stars begin to fall.
You'll hear de sinner moan.

You'll hear de Christians shout.
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