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Two months is too little |
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They let him go |
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They had no sudden healing |
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To think that providence |
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Would take a child from his mother |
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While she prays, is appalling |
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Who told us we'd be rescued |
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What has changed and |
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Why should we be saved from nightmares |
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Were asking why this happens to us |
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Who have died to live, it's unfair |
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This is what it means to be held |
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How it feels, when the sacred is torn from your life |
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And you survive |
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This is what it is to be loved and to know |
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That the promise was that when everything fell |
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We'd be held |
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This hand is bitterness |
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We want to taste it and |
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Let the hatred numb our sorrows |
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The wise hand opens slowly |
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To lilies of the valley and tomorrow |
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This is what it means to be held |
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How it feels, when the sacred is torn from your life |
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And you survive |
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This is what it is to be loved and to know |
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That the promise was that when everything fell |
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We'd be held |
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If hope if born of suffering |
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If this is only the beginning |
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Can we not wait, for one hour |
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Watching for our savior |
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This is what it means to be held |
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How it feels, when the sacred is torn from your life |
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And you survive |
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This is what it is to be loved and to know |
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That the promise was that when everything fell |
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We'd be held |
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