| I never knew you but you seemed to be, to me, a great man
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| Wise as a serpent and gentle as a hillside white lamb
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| We heard your voice
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| We saw your choice
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| It’s written on us
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| I wish I’d known you and learned the way to walk the narrow path
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| But I am grateful that you left your words to follow like a map
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| Within the dark land you gave us a lamp
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| By which we might see
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| We heard your voice
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| We saw your choice
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| It’s written on us
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| And we walk the ground that you shook
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| We read the words in your book
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| And learn how to break our own ground
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| All the lambs will roar beautiful sounds |