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In the cool, cool wind, |
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In the sweet, sweet rain |
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I thought I heard Your voice, |
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Heard You call out my name |
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In the pink light of dawn |
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In the soft glow of dusk |
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I see Your tender hand |
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And I feel Your touch |
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All around us, everywhere |
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Is evidence of Your loving care |
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But when the mind is closed |
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We can be blind to the purest gold |
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When the eyes grow dark, |
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And the feet move so slow |
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And the hair turns to snow |
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In growing old |
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I will talk with You still |
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I will walk with You still |
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For Your love all around is somethin |
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Nothin |
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else can fill |
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Yes I know (Yes I know) |
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Yes, yes I know (Yes I know) |
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That this yearning inside me for You |
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It just grows and grows |
