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I never knew you but you seemed to be, to me, a great man |
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wise as a serpent and gentle as a hillside white lamb |
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we heard your voice |
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we saw your choice |
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it's written on us |
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I wish I'd know you and learned the way to walk the narrow path |
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but I am grateful that you left your words to follow like a map |
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within the dark land you gave us a lamp |
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by which we might see |
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we heard your voice |
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we saw your choice |
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it's written on us |
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and we walk the ground that you shook |
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we read the words in your book |
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and learn how to break our own ground |
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all the lambs will roar beautiful sounds |
