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Covered on the shelf in dust
This street was once a creek
Of a one Lord rule I trust
Duly duly signed
Cora Cora Carter
Born of the fall
In a state of Texas
Paid in full fort bliss
terre terre haute
all be hollow
he takes his breath
away the four winds follow
wolves tied on strings
to his good words of promise
these are stones around the peoples neck
wound on string
drawn back stern
the arrow sings to whom it may concern
Talihina boon
Iron road Oklahoma
It is his spirit
It is his fruit
It is he who paint by numbers
It is his spirit
It is his fruit
terre terre haute
all be hollow
he takes his breath
away the four winds follow
Lord Jesus
come bestow belief
the beauty of the finished work
you regard him not risen
on the ancient horizon
think yourself too hard
go on cast your lots
terre terre haute
all be hollow
he takes his breath
away the four winds follow
It is his spirit
It is his fruit
It is he who paint by numbers
It is his spirit
It is his fruit
it is he who paints by Numbers
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