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He was a tall man |
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Raised up from the fields out pickin' cotton |
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In a hard land |
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Where the ground was poor and the wood was rotten |
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But when he saw her |
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All those bad times were forgotten |
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And he believed, he believed |
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She was the strong hand |
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A good sister and a daughter |
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Lookin' for one man |
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To love the way that her mama'd taught her |
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And when she saw him |
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She thanked God for what he'd brought her |
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She believed, she believed |
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And it's a miracle |
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How one soul finds another |
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Just one miracle |
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Is all it took, my brother |
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For I have seen them |
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As they walk this world together |
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And I believe, I believe |
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It's a sad thing |
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When one must leave the other |
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And fly up where the voice rings |
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Out with all the multitudes that gather |
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But for a short while |
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Down here, no song ever sounded sweeter |
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And we believed, we believed |
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For it's a miracle |
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How one soul finds another |
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Just one miracle |
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Is all it took, my brother |
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And I will see them |
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Someday, they'll walk again together |
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I believe, I believe |
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This I believe, I believe |
