| Found alone in all this world
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| Is the life that I do fear
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| I was born for troubled cold
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| And to dust I’ll disappear
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| Still inside I’m reaching out
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| For a word that I can hear
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| Though the void and tiring sounds
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| Of this life escape my ears
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| Somehow I am drawn to a place, crystal clear
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| Where I look on His face so near
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| Smiling a promise of hope
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| I hear the song of love, a silent boys dream
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| There He was upon that mount
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| Saying, hearing, they won’t hear
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| Is it me He speaks about?
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| And if so, what does He mean?
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| Rest, my child
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| You, the one with the broken dream
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| I’ll give you a humble song
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| That surpasses all the world can sing
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| Smiling a promise of hope
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| Loved, I have life
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| I’m away from the strife
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| I hear the song of love
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| A silent boys dream
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| That has rained, so much pain, I see orchestras
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| He is smiling a promise of hope
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| Humming the sight, healing light, I won’t fight
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| I hear the song of love
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| The bright colors, He will bring, these things
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| I hear the song of love
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| I will sing, I will sing
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| He will bring these things
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| Do you hear the song of love
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| A silent boys
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| I will sing, I will sing
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| He will bring these things
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| I will sing, I will sing
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| Fair Jesus upon that hill
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| Saying I’ll remove life’s bitter pill
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| And He will |