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The first thing she does 
   when she gets out of bed
   is to place her crown of favor,
   on her head.
 
   Then before she leaves to
    to start her day, she looks
    in her mirror and, begins
    to say.

    I thank you dear god and,
    it's beautiful to see all the
    favor, grace and, blessings 
    that you have given to me.  

    That's why I don't worry 
    with you by my side, you've
    got my back, you always
    provides.       

    It's the crown of favor she places
    on her head, everyday when
    she get out of her bed.

    Her crown of favor is no crown
    of thorns, her crown of favor 
    was a gift from god the day   
    she was born.

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