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Come out into the open
And say the thing you mean;
Let honest words be spoken
Our sacred souls between;
The truth again may win you,
Your fingers take the prize;
The spark of God within you
Leap outward from your eyes.

Come out into the open
And say the thing you mean;
Let honest words be spoken
Our sacred souls between;
The truth again may win you,
Your fingers take the prize;
The spark of God within you
Leap outward from your eyes.
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