| Oh you sisters encircled, you children of mine
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| You humble my heart and sharpen my mind
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| Though we’re scattered and wearied and change is upon us
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| We are bound 'til the end, still a family I promise
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| Though all that you love will be taken some day
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| By the angel of death or the servants of change
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| In a floodwater tide without rancor or rage
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| Sing loud while you’re able in grief and in praise
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| For so many years we swam into the tide
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| And we would not abandon, heroic and kind
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| Shared our sweat and our shelter, our bodies and blood
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| Godspeed and good fortune, I will miss you my love
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| For all you hold dear will be taken some day
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| By the angel of death or the servants of change
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| In a floodwater tide without rancor or rage
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| So sing loud while you’re able in grief and in praise
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| Now we meet at well of sorrow
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| Dug down to the heart of the earth
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| Where it’s joined at its source to the spring of hope
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| Drink deep while you can and give thanks for your thirst
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| For all that you love will be taken some day
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| By the angel of death or the servants of change
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| In a floodwater tide without rancor or rage
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| So sing loud while you’re able in grief and in praise
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| Sing loud while you’re able
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| In grief and in praise |