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Pained life is ebbing |
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long toil is ceasing |
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one more step |
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Now it becomes clear |
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Came the morning sun |
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And the pain was fled |
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At last she could run |
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And a memory |
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of long ago |
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was swiftly returned |
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As the garden trail |
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Unwound ahead |
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At last she could see |
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The singer of her heart's song |
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waiting for her |
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Even then He smiled |
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And the music filled her silent spaces |
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Welling up and wild |
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Sent the darkness of her soul |
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Fleeing far |
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All the bitterness gone |
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All the sorrow has sped |
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And taken the dread |
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So far from her mind |
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That the years were unkind |
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As the singer revealed |
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Her heart's desires |
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Even then He smiled |
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And the music filled her silent spaces |
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Welling up and wild |
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Sent the darkness of her soul |
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Fleeing far |
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He could sing |
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For He knew every note of her |
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Just then she realized |
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That this beauty was meant only for her |
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Just for her! |
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So she danced down the trails as the day passed |
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Who has heard, the wind that stirred |
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Through branches of a tree |
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Whose very name is Life? |
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Here He has walked |
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In splendor through the ages |
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Came the twilight dreams of an evening fair |
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As the coolness crept through the scented air |
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And her heart was glad and free from care |
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For He knew her wish and her every prayer, |
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Here, one heart is whole at last |
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Now, one heart, once torn, recast |
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Here, one heart may sing at last |
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Now, one heart forgets the past |
