| I have run through the valley
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| I have stormed the shore
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| Dug my fingers in fields of fortune
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| But never found what I’m looking for
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| The wind it winds through skies of plunder
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| Followed the signs for the heart of wonder
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| I have held holy close to my heart
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| Cursed my bended knees
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| Quoted many knowing minds
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| Lines I’ve read but I’ve yet to believe
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| Words they numb this pain and hunger
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| But nothing cures my heart of wonder
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| What moves in the long limbed grasses?
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| What shadows the spirit catches
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| What will be waiting when we’re gone?
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| I have heard Heaven’s marching song
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| Sung it word for word
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| Chased the blood of angel tongue s
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| Strained my lungs just to be heard
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| Still I hear it in the distant thunder
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| Just out of reach for the heart of wonder
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| Heart of wonder |