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Poor tired hollow one

Who hears your lonesome song?

I once walked that way with moonbeams overhead.

To you it may seem odd

Perfection took the beating

The tree held up the torn and broken

Salvation paid the highest cost.

Triumphing over every foe

We are forever changed.

Nothing but the Son can make

freedom flow for every one.

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