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The night holds |
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Holds a candle to you |
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I see you are a hummingbird |
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Living in the shadows of law |
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Cleave her to vivid of dreams |
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Picture before you |
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The living word |
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He did ascend away |
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To prepare a place |
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Let the sound together hold you |
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To the humble he has given grace |
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From the proud he hides his face |
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From the proud he hide his face |
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Joy has come |
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It rises with the son |
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He the highest on the horizon |
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Joy has come |
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In the mind that I see |
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Beautiful the axe that flies at me |
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In the yard |
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More than fourty birds |
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For to write upon my mind |
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We fall out into the street |
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As the last one flies |
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The last one in kind |
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On the morning of the second day |
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And old skin vision of my hope and stay |
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A flaw in the man whichever way |
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Thinking of his color |
