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IN THE WORLD'S dusty road I lost my heart, but you picked it up in your hand.

I gleaned sorrow while seeking for joy, but the sorrow which you sent to me has turned to joy in my life.

My desires were scattered in pieces, you gathered them and strung them in your love.

And while I wandered from door to door, every step led me to your gate.

 

 

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