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In this building I meet other followers of your word |
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In these byways I hear voices I know I've never heard |
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In my mind I need to get my hands upon an end |
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In my room, without you now (Lord), let my firmness bend |
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Does she taste as sweet as she is to me in her love? |
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Can I hold her through the wicked storm I'm knowing of? |
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Will she fondly turn her eye to see me in my chair? |
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Will she come and lay her lengthy finger on my hair? |
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In this place I see a hundred others just like me |
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Big and bold, and firm foundation, resolute and free |
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Why do I fear a challenge? |
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Why do I fear age? |
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It's a moment, sound and strangle, writ upon a page |
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Take my hand, take my harm, and hold it to your jaw |
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Wrap my head in burly cloth and stroke it with your paw |
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Be forgiving, wisdom-doling, merciless and great |
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Single me out from the others with whom I relate |
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Though they're like-minded, keep our hours finally us alone |
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And hold me as the fire that brought us chars and takes us home |
