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ALL MEN FROM ALL LANDS
KNEEL BEFORE YOU GO
CUP YOUR HANDS
LIKE A BOWL
LET ME OVERFLOW
READ WHAT THESE WORDS TELL
LEAN DOWN AND KNOW
EACH ONE
BESIDE MY BRINK
BEND DOWN LOW
LOST SON
SAD DAUGHTER
BEND DOWN AND DRINK
I AM THE WATER OF THE WELL
THAT MAKES MEN WHOLE
I AM THE COLD WATER
THAT RESTORES YOUR SOUL
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