| You hold the reigns on the sun and the moon
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| Like horses driven by kings
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| You cover the mountains, the valleys below
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| With the breadth of Your mighty wings
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| All treasures of wisdom
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| And things to be known
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| Are hidden inside Your hand
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| And in this fortunate turn of events
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| You ask me to be Your friend
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| Ask me to be Your friend
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| And You
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| You are my first
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| You are my last
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| You are my future and my past
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| Yeah You
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| You are my first
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| You are my last
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| You are my future and my past
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| The constellations are swimming inside
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| The breadth of Your desire
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| So where could I run, where could I hide
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| From Your heart’s jealous fire?
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| All treasures of wisdom
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| And things to be known
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| Are hidden inside Your hand
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| And in this fortunate turn of events
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| You ask me to be Your friend
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| Ask me to be Your friend
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| And You
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| You are my first
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| You are my last
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| You are my future and my past
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| Yeah You
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| You are my first
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| You are my last
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| You are my future and my past
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| You are the beginning and the end
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| You are the beginning and the end
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| You are the beginning and the end
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| You are the beginning and the end
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| And You
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| You are my first
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| You are my last
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| You are my future and my past
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| Yeah You
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| You are my first
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| You are my last
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| You are my future and my past |