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Here the soil is barren |
| [00:39.41] |
Here - nothing grows |
| [00:45.08] |
But crosses |
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They - know not what they do |
| [00:55.96] |
You - your forgiveness |
| [01:02.32] |
Falls as dew |
| [01:09.03] |
Nailed upon a wooden frame |
| [01:16.83] |
Twisted yet unbroken |
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Open mounted a silent choir |
| [01:33.32] |
Understood, unspoken |
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Never was there heard a sound |
| [01:49.71] |
Until the heavens opened |
| [02:30.57] |
Now the tide is turning |
| [02:36.70] |
To other-worldly yearning |
| [02:45.05] |
Though the sun's eclipse seems final |
| [02:55.52] |
Surely he will rise again |
