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 know 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
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The Ground You Shook
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| Sixpence None The Richer |
