The-ese slo-opes gave me hope.
Quick silver streams divide the hills above
Like veins that bring the body blood,
The body blood, bring the precious body blood.
De-eee-filed by earthly trials
High mountain lakes dissolve the city's iron gates,
And wash away the pains and aches
The pains and aches, baptized on high in mountain lakes.
Blinded by all we design
With every step, my breath draws short.
But still I see towering trees
Spreading grace like falling leaves,
Like falling leaves, falling leaves
Wholly designed, and things like these
Slopes that gave me hope.
These slopes that gave me ho-ope.
These slopes that gave me ho-ope.

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