| O how had it filled the night with broken empty song
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| Hold on
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| And made the night more hideous by their squawking call
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| Hold on, breathless air
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| The prairie just a cloud of smoke, horizon turning red
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| O horror, breathless air, cradled child, dead too
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| An avalanche of coals and cinder hurled against my will
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| Hold on, breathless air, lake on fire, land too
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| Running with the river toward salvation in the pond
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| Hold on
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| Father, do you think that the end is coming near?
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| O horror, breathless air
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| God willed the flames we’re fleeing in a panic but we’re near
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| Hold on, breathless child, lake on fire, land too
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| Hold my arms with broken limbs
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| The flames upon them melt with touch
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| Boat will ground us till we’re found
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| And float beyond the state we’re in
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| Light salvation clear my lungs
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| And fill the fields returned and lush
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| Call the lord to cease his judgment
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| Of our human helpless sin
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| O how had it filled the night with broken empty song
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| Alone
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| Stepping on the neighbor that I once had seen as friend
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| Alone, breathless air
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| And robbing life of dignity to every desperate end
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| Alone, breathless air, lake on fire, land too
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| Walls of fire, all consuming, reaching for me in the waves
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| Eyes upon burning slowly it’s left before me charred remains
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| And the god who pushed me in has ripped away my earthly flesh
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| Now I’m bound for his last judgment
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| O my lord I must confess |