| You paint a tulip red with joy
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| You say the psalm, I will not fear
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| Somehow, knowing what you do know
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| Still you tremble out and in
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| You cry up in your room
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| Aunt Ruthie comes, you cannot still your limbs
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| Somehow knowing what you do know
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| Still you tremble out and in
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| You see how I go to pieces
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| That I’m laying on the ground
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| Like the sky is so heavy
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| When I could be brave
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| And I always go to pieces
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| And I have it in my mind
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| That the sky is tall and heavy
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| When I could be brave, brave
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| You go outside, you see the Holy Spirit
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| Burning in your trees
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| And walk on, glowing with the same glow
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| Still you tremble out and in
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| And the birds of all your yellow teacups sing
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| And you know this hymn
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| Somehow knowing what you do know
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| Still you tremble out and in
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| See how I go to pieces
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| That I’m laying on the ground
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| That the sky is so heavy
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| When I could be brave, brave
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| Oh I know it, I know it, here is God beside
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| I meant it, I meant I’m sure of that
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| But the sky is tall and heavy
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| When I could be brave, brave
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| Brave |