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Fire is the color of my true love's hair |
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Near to the father sits his golden chair |
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By prayer and petition to the king on his left |
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Light is the burden that i bear |
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O so enchanting are these |
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Lovely chains that bind you |
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'neath their deadly weight |
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The lord's eye did find you |
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With fear and tremblin' |
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Before the one with your wounds |
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Your eyes as empty as my savior tomb |
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Warm is the breath of his holy spirit |
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He who has ears to hear let 'm hear it |
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Torn were the hands of the worthy lamb |
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May you know his name and fear it |
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There you are hangin' by the golden rope |
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There you lie no hope |