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Doves circled the sky |
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And light shone down |
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While we stood knee-deep in the stream |
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Chords rang out warm and clear |
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Sweet major chords |
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And they were ones and fours and fives |
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As we stood there, so straight and still |
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Our hair blowing softly |
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And our shirts and pants were all white |
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All linen and gleaming |
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Wind came out from the trees |
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A voice spoke out clear |
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It clearly spoke down from high above |
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"You are my chosen ones |
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Chosen to be |
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The way that you've already become" |
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Then the trees all groaned and they swayed |
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The wind roared, the earth shook |
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Then it all went quiet at once |
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The air cold and still |
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Then we all walked back up the trail |
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No one said a word |
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We got to the cabin and packed |
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We packed up our things |
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"You are my chosen ones |
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Chosen to be the way that you've already become |
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Yes, you're chosen to be |
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Chosen to stay the way that you have been all along |
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Once rehearsal is done |
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Open the gates |
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Let heaven's floodgates open wide |
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Now, rehearsal is done |
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Open the gates |
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Let heaven's floodgates open wide |
