| I see his blood upon the rose
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| And in the stars the glory of his eyes.
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| His body gleams amid eternals shows,
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| His tears fall from the sky.
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| All pathways by his feet are worn.
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| His strong heart stirs the sea.
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| His crown of thorns is twined in our sorrow.
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| His cross is on every tree.
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| I see his face in every flower;
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| The thunder and the singing of the birds —
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| Are his voice — and his power.
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| Rocks are his written words.
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| I see his face in every flower;
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| The thunder and the singing of the birds —
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| Are his voice — and his power.
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| Rocks are his written words.
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| I see his blood upon the rose
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| And in the stars the glory of his eyes.
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| His body gleams amid eternals shows,
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| His tears fall from the sky. |