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Oh my abiding Friend, can You say... | |||
How do You accommodate an entire day? | |||
Whatever comes, whatever | Whatever comes, whatever leaves, | ||
It all | It all occurs beneath Your feet... | ||
Writ in Your mind is everything; | |||
How do You recall so very many stories? | |||
All of the happiness and all of the sweetness, | |||
All of the grief and all of the discontent... | |||
Bearing so much divine sport, how do you manage it? | |||
There must be something more; tell me Your secret. | |||
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