| Gentle branches made of gold,
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| a whirl of white, of night entombed
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| be not sad in thought,
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| your thoughts one day will cease
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| it does not matter how or why
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| gentle branches shall enfold thee
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| Our Father, who art in Heaven
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| hollow be thy name
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| thy kingdom come, come,
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| thy wisdom spun in sanity and in derision
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| thy kingdom come, come,
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| thy vision hung in sanity and in derision
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| Give us this day our failing heads
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| and deceive us of our free passage
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| Give us this day our failing heads
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| and deceive us of our free passage
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| Our Father who art in heaven
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| shallow be thy game
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| thy kingdom come, come,
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| thy wisdom spun in surgery and circumcision
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| thy kingdom come, come,
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| thy vision hung in sanity and in derision
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| May your circle be unwoven
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| and the minds of children scorn your plans,
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| refuse your hand
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| May your circle be unwoven
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| and the minds of children scorn your plans,
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| refuse your hand
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| May your circle be unwoven
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| and the minds of children scorn your plans,
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| refuse your hand
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| Thy kingdom come, come,
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| thy wisdom spun, come, come
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| thy will be done
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| Thy kingdom come, come,
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| thy vision hung, come, come
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| thy will be done
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| Thy kingdom come, come,
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| thy will be done, come, come
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| thy will be done
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| May your circle be unwoven
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| by and by Lord
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| bye, bye
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| May your circle be unwoven
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| by and by Lord
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| bye, bye
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| May your circle be unwoven
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| by and by Lord
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| bye, bye
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| May your circle be unwoven
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| by and by Lord
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| bye, bye
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| May your circle be unwoven
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| and the minds of children scorn your plans,
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| refuse your hand |