| A thousand cry out in wonder
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| A million pray «God could you give us a sign?»
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| It’s a heavy burden we’re under
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| If you carry yours, I’ll carry mine
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| How fine, how sweet the sound
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| When I lay these sorrows and this poor heart down
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| Hope that always found me
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| I was blind but now I see
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| We are no more than a moment
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| We’re forever and ever and that’s a fact
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| In joy and hope and hunger
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| In words and deeds we can’t take back
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| How fine, how sweet the sound
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| When I lay these sorrows and this poor heart down
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| Hope that always found me
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| I was blind but now I see
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| Where do we go from here
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| And what does it mean
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| Is there some perfect madness or faith
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| That believes in what can’t be seen
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| How fine, how sweet the sound
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| When I lay these sorrows and this poor heart down
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| Hope that always found me
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| I was blind but now I see
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| So hold out your hand like altars
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| We are meant to be here
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| And we are meant to ask why
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| If only to rise and to falter
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| If only to give out one great cry
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| How fine, how sweet the sound
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| When I lay these sorrows and this poor heart down
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| Hope that always found me
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| I was blind but now I see |