| Oh my love, you have grown so cold
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| To the world outside, to the house next door
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| She who has been loved much, has so much to give
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| Mercy is the fragrance, of the broken
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| Justice will roll down, oh justice will roll down
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| From high upon those mountains with a mighty river sound
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| It will roll down
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| It will roll down
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| Oh my child, I will be your light
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| In your secret pain, in the dark of night
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| No enemy, no conqueror, will steal your life from me
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| I am your salvation, and your victory
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| Soon oh soon, when the trumpet sounds
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| Every knee shall bend, every heart will pound
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| I have made a new world, where the servant is the King
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| Oppression will be over, and the slave set free |