Everything You Know
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Lord, my lord
everything you know,
I don't love summer,
I prefer snow.
I didn't leave your
name since I learned
to chant your hymn- - -
haven't ever shunned.
You tested me
and my patience,
you put me in fire,
to squeeze the essence,
I don't try to escape your ire.
Lord my lord, I am the lamb,
and you are the shepherd,
I want to be played
by you with your touch
make me thy eternal lyre!
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