At eight feet tall
You were so formidable
It's in your voice
It's in the way you shave your hair
The orphan boys
And Bürstner sneaking out at night
It's in your voice
It's in the guilt you make me feel
In all your greatness (all your greatness)
In all your words (all your words)
And you were in
The line of shepherds at the inn
And I believed
The sounds you made were real sounds
The tendons plead
The way you danced along the shore
The mountain pass
The grove of trees where I performed
In all your greatness (all your greatness)
In all your words (in all your words)

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