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I wanna make beautiful for You and from You
To show You, to You I adore You, oh, You
And journey towards me which I see and I see
All You push through, mad for You and of You

I couldn't You in ten thousand years
If I cried ten thousand rivers of
Ah, but You know the soul and You know what it gold
You who give life through
Blood, blood, blood, blood, oh, blood,

Oh, I wanna make so lovely for You
'Cause I promised what I'd do for You
With the Bible I stole, I You forgave my soul
Because such was my on a chronic Christmas Eve
And I think we're agreed that it should have free
And You to me

They dress the of My poor people as though they're nothing
Saying, peace, peace when no peace
They dress the wounds of My poor people as though nothing
Saying, peace there's no peace

Days without number, days number
Now can a forget her jewels or a maid her ornaments?
Yet my people Me
Days without number, days without

And in want, oh, in their want and in their want
Who'll dress their wounds? Who'll their wounds?