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Mist hangs above hills |
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Above mist hangs stone face of mountain |
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Above mountain face hangs a net of sky -- |
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Crack! there are wings and they rip the net! |
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And the dance flows on |
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Everything flows toward the rim of that |
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Shining cup |
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Crossed sticks lie on earth |
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Between crossed sticks -- pile of ash |
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Something rises on the wisp of smoke |
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Dog's feet move by fast |
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And the dance flows on |
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Everything flows toward the rim of that |
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Shining cup |
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Through these channels/words |
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I want to touch you |
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Touch you deep down |
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Where you live |
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Not for power but |
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Because I love you |
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So |
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Love the Lord |
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And in Him love me too |
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And in Him go your way |
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And I'll be right there with you |
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Leaving |
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No footprints when we go |
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No footprints when we go |
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Only where we've been, a faint and fading glow... |
