Or how the truth shone, from
the master
How the truth shone, from
the master
How the truth shone, from
the master's eyes
Why didn't they leave us to
wander through battered summers
Why didn't they leave us to
wander when there was no other
And my questions all were answered
When the light shone from
the master
When the light shone, from
the master's eyes
From the master's eyes. Oh how the light shone (etc.)
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