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One day I will sing

out and all will see,

understanding my heart.

I have held it in.

Awaiting my time.

You have not stopped so,

it is not my time.

One day I will sing.

From my viewpoint I

have seen many things.

More than memory

could hold. Back before

people were around.

Beauty and cruelty.

Wisdom and foolish.

I have seen them all.

When I get to sing

out, it will be more

beautiful than a

birdsong, yet with the

same meaning of worship.

I will join with you

crying out as one

who understands all.

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