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When I see the winter turning into spring |
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It speaks to this heart of mine more than anything |
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Underneath a blanket of snow, cold and white |
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Something is stirring in the still of the night |
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And then the sun comes up, slowly with the dawn |
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This is the kind of feeling that I hang my hope upon |
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There is a love and beauty in all that I see |
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And no one, nobody is explaining You to me |
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And maybe my eyes can't see |
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But You are surrounding me |
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Here in the wind and rain |
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The things that I know |
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Tender and sweet and strong as my need |
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I know the voice, I know the touch |
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Lover of my soul |
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And when the evening comes, the sunlight faces to red |
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And time and time and time again I whisper in my head |
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"Give me strength, give me faith to fully believe |
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That the maker of this whole, wide world is a Father to me" |
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And maybe my eyes can't see |
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But You are surrounding me |
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Here in the wind and rain |
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The things that I know |
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Tender and sweet and strong as my need |
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I know the voice, I know the touch |
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Lover of my soul |
