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Though there is stillness |
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I can hear a heart beat |
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Though I can't see you, |
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I can hear a sound |
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Through a veil |
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I feel a hand near me |
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Reaching through to the other side |
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Reaching through to the other side |
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I recieve this body mine? |
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From womb to grave |
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I now walk an ancient line |
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One foot follows the other |
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This stone, this finite place, is it limitless to touch the |
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I hear a measureless rise |
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It seems so wondrous just to be alive. |
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Hindrances, distresses of substance, |
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I turn them over |
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Those forgotten, |
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I remember, and gather them up in my arms |
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Like some magic thing twisted and winding, it carries me on |
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Oh how gorgeous! oh how gorgeous! this struggle now! |
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This struggle now, in time! |
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Reaching through to the other side |