This heart
This heart dwells on high
Where the Lord is nigh
My fear I cast aside
Inside Faith I abide
Seeing with Bird sight
No mountains to climb
No rivers to cross
Above the circle in the sky.
The higher you go
The cooler it becomes
The higher you stay
The cooler you become.
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