| My name will be Zarepta when you come
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| And you will also have a legend’s name
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| And by an open window is an angel
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| Replacing what was lost will be his aim
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| My table’s set with oil and bread and wine
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| My hands are still, my heart is filled with summer
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| And if I’m yours and you forever mine
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| My name will by Zarepta when you come
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| And later what was lost will be returned
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| You’ll satisfy your longing by my side
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| A love forever new and old as legends
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| And like Elisha God bids you abide
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| My table’s set with oil and bread and wine
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| My hands are still, my heart is filled with summer
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| And if I’m yours and you forever mine
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| My name will by Zarepta when you come
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| And you can hear me even when I’m silent
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| And something shadows everything we do
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| Zarepta holds the urn that never empties
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| With you this legend always will be true
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| My table’s set with oil and bread and wine
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| My hands are still, my heart is filled with summer
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| And if I’m yours and you forever mine
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| My name will by Zarepta when you come |