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God sits on a chair God sits on a chair
Our minds are like crows Our minds are like crows
I must have time alone in which to mull I must have time alone in which to mull
This cup holds grief and balm This cup holds grief and balm
if the doors of my heart ever close if the doors of my heart ever close
I am made of stardust I am made of stardust
No part of life is separate from me No part of life is separate from me
To bless is to put a bit of yourself To bless is to put a bit of yourself
I am listening I am listening
Spring Flowers Spring Flowers