| Find me in these fields alone,
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| Crusted with the salt of my ways,
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| Rinse me with the motion of sweet water,
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| The silky rush of Your cleansing stream.
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| I turn my face towards the sun
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| Too feel the heat and cool wind blow.
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| Reminding me as I touch your shoulder
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| Awakening me from some selfish dream.
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| I face the fog in the Autumn,
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| The midnight moon weaving her chain.
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| You trace me deep in this valley
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| Repeating a familiar refrain, forgive me.
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| When my heart turns cold and I chased the old
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| Standard lie, forgive me.
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| When my conscious calls me to leave it behind,
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| Well did I, forgive me.
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| Take me in I’ll sit at Your feet,
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| Live to tell all You have done,
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| Could I find a rose in mid-December,
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| A sign of peace for those passing by.
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| I turn my eyes toward the Son,
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| And a vision of a world yet to be,
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| When hope will be awarded living substance
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| And Heaven kisses Earth in reply.
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| I face the fog in the Autumn,
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| The midnight moon weaving her chain.
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| You trace me deep in this valley
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| Repeating a familiar refrain, forgive me.
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| When my heart turns cold and I chased the old
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| Standard lie, forgive me.
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| When my conscious calls me to leave it behind,
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| Well did I, forgive me. |