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That Sound

That Sound
 
You with your silky hands
Your hallowed golden strands
Surround me with thy rousing voices
Your sober laments and your rejoices
 
Move me up to the realm of the Gods
Into fields of yellow goldenrods
Where raptures are a common blend
Of incense where thou doth me send
 
I await my crowning as my spirit rises
At heavenly gates but in different sizes
Play for me that sound, that beautiful song
Go to paradise and take me along

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