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When day is out, I can see in the sky |
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Plentiful forest made with the stars |
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In cold night, I can feel the near-by |
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goddess of asters no matter thou art so far |
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but in my sorrow I need to see |
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beautiful sunsets, precious to thee |
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and in my travels when they're too long |
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I'm just pay worship with this sweet song |
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Everytime I gaze the blue sky |
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filling thy grace with love tears my eyes |
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In thy face see the space |
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in my cry, hear a sight |
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Praying for thy light |
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a during ship crossing the sky by day |
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Sailing the morning. light is its trade |
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A silver ship for love starting the chase |
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when the night comes the light dies away |
