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Simeon, he was a man |
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Held his heart out in his hand |
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A hollow land of autumn breeze |
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Evenings in the brittle rain |
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Leaves that fill the barren plain |
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With simple pain embroideries |
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In the temple yesterday |
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Was a man, who came to pray |
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Who couldn't stay and couldn't leave |
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So, he feel down on his knees |
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Sued for grace and sued for peace |
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A little ease, and not to grieve |
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Marion, she met a man |
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Took her to Jerusalem |
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To take a stand, escape a scene |
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To wander in the honey sea |
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Drink the milk of Memory |
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And never be herself again |
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In the temple yesterday |
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Was a woman came to pray |
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Who couldn't say, and couldn't see |
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So, she fell down on her knees |
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Sued for grace and sued for peace |
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Sued the priest to set her free |
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Lo, lo and behold |
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Lo, lo and behold |
