| I will bring a cup of water
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| Here’s the best that I can offer
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| In the dusk of coming night
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| There is evidence of light
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| With the pattering of rain
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| Let us bow as if in grace
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| Consider all the ways we heal
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| And how a heart
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| Can break
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| Oh abide with me
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| Where it’s breathless and it’s empty
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| Yes, abide with me
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| And we’ll pass the evening gently
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| Stay awake with me
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| And we’ll listen more intently
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| To something wordless and remaining
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| Sure and ever changing
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| In the quietness of now
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| Let us ponder the unknown
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| What is hidden and what’s whole
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| And finally learn to travel
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| At the speed of our own souls
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| There is a living water
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| A spirit cutting through
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| Always changing, always making
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| All things new
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| Oh, abide with me
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| Where it’s breathless and it’s empty
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| Yes, abide with me
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| And we’ll pass the evening gently
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| Stay awake with me
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| And we’ll listen more intently
|
| To something wordless and remaining
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| Sure and ever changing
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| In the quietness of now
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| There are things I cannot prove
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| And still somehow I know
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| It’s like a message in a bottle
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| That some unseen hand has thrown
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| You don’t have to be afraid
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| You don’t have to walk alone
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| I don’t know but I suspect
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| That it will feel
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| Like home
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| Oh, abide with me
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| Where it’s breathless and it’s empty
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| Yes, abide with me
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| And we’ll pass the evening gently
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| Stay awake with me
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| And we’ll listen more intently
|
| To something wordless and remaining
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| Sure and ever changing
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| In the quietness of now |