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I cup my hands Filled with water To be as much to you That you might drink from me So do the tender things Grown between the Spring and Fall Which come to feed us all So too can other things Like love and worthiness Elation Reach farther than those dreams Left behinds and other things We thought had died so long ago When hearts that cry together Bring their souls to bear There is two part harmony If you will drink from me I'll cup my hands for you That you might drink of love anew And watch it grow. |
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