Where can I tu4rn for peace? Where is my solace when other sources cease to make me whole? When with a wounded heart, ..., I draw myself apart, searching my soul?
Where, when my aching grows, where, when I languish, where, in my need to know, where can I run? Where is the quiet hand to calm my anguish? Who, who can understand? He, only One.
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Where can I tu4rn for peace? Where is my solace when other sources cease to make me whole? When with a wounded heart, ..., I draw myself apart, searching my soul?
Where, when my aching grows, where, when I languish, where, in my need to know, where can I run? Where is the quiet hand to calm my anguish? Who, who can understand? He, only One.
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