I want to find
A grand slab of concrete
That all of man long left behind
And I would take to it
A bright, brilliant palette
Of colors your money can't buy
And you'd see a beauty
Reflecting reality
Minus the fall by the tree
You'd soon see a face there
Reflecting such grace that
It'd rapture your heartstrings and mind
How can this be true?
How can this be true?
How can this be true
And we never even knew
And we spent our lives running away?
How can this goodness
How can this be righteous
Our broken hearts have turned us away
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