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Days and days enter, does love persist?
Through dust and endeavour, impossible is thin
When nothing will compare, the devil is a mist
Water in the air, but you can still see a reflection

And days and days will leave, God, love my soul
When I shall give as to receive, give into my bones
Make comfort a tree, give it a good role
Tie and swing free, no more sticks and stones

And when the day wallows, I will be here
For this glory hollow, laid down at Your feet
Upon nameless forlorn, I shall hold no fear
For it prickles with thorns, but shall not influence defeat

For this day is perfectly made, on victory and joy alone
Fire inhales when we obeyed, no sorrow nor frown
Numbers won't deal by clover or spade, for You are Your own
Shine and confused as jade, but nothing can take us down