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Sunrise, sunset with no eyes to see it |
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Garnets and rubies ground up in the sand |
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Words from my children with no ears to hear it |
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Where is the wonder |
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New tender mercies and infinite graces |
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Woven like threads in the cloth of my days |
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Deep wells of glory behind common faces |
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Where is the wonder, where is the wonder |
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Oh oh, I need a song that's never old |
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Oh oh, I need a story never told |
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Promise the just when love grows cold |
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You'll make it precious again |
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Friendship and good will a sweet invitation |
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Kindred in spirit and eager to share |
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Love in familiar and long conversations |
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There is the wonder, there is the wonder |
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Oh oh, sing me the song that's never old |
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Oh oh, tell me the story never told |
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Promise the just when love grows cold |
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You'll make it precious |
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Press mud with holy fingers |
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Light the ineffable |
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Fused in the ordinary |
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So much to wonder |
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Oh, what a wonder |
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Wonder, wonder |
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Oh oh, sing me the song that's never old |
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Oh oh, tell me the story never told |
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Promise the just when love grows cold |
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You'll make it precious |
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Oh make it precious |
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You make it precious again |
