| The pure, the bright, the beautiful that stirred our hearts in you
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| The whisper of a wordless prayer; |
| the streams of love and truth
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| A longing after something lost
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| The spririt? |
| s yearning cry
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| Striving after the better hopes these things can never die
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| There will always be the shining sun
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| There will always be the rising of sea
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| There will always be an angel watching over me
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| There will always be an angel watching over me
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| A timid hand stretched to forth to aide a brother in his need
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| A kindly word in grief dark hour that proves a friend in need
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| So shall a light that cannot fade leave on thee from on high
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| And angel voices say to thee these things shall never die
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| There will always be the shining sun
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| There will always be the rising of sea
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| There will always be an angel watching over me
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| There will always be an angel watching over me
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| There will always be the shining sun
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| There will always be the rising of sea
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| There will always be an angel watching over me
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| There will always be an angel watching over me |