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Feeling all the grief and sorrow |
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we live life with shadows in our |
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hearts and minds, |
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with tears that wait to fall when |
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sorrow in the world is more than |
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we can truly bear. |
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We hear the cries of children, |
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we see death cast shadows on |
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their hearts and minds, |
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as mothers in their grief stand |
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crying, weeping, weeping, crying, |
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crying, weeping, weeping for this |
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world. |
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On our bed of thorns such sorrow |
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must surely end, our tears can |
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wash away the sins of the world, |
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no more crying, weeping, weeping, |
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crying, crying, weeping, weeping |
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in this world, this world. |
