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The light hits my eyes in the first of the morning
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I take in this spectrum of wonder
C#m
Of how unlovely things can be balanced
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And yet shadow me with despair
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But it washes away when You
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Come out
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I see just how beautiful You are when You
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Come out
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The night seems disappear in You
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I study the surface of this visage You've given
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It speaks nothing of the things hidden
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Buried beneath what needs improving
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Lies an outcast unworthy of touching
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But it washes away when You
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How could something so utterly unspeakable
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Be found in this
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The ugliness of the horror of Your cross
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It washes away when You