thanks giving
I cup this exaltation in my hands
raise them up in honor and thanks
The sweetness runs down my arms
into the hollows and out
over every tenderness
I am yours I am yours I am yours
I cup this exaltation in my hands
raise them up in honor and thanks
The sweetness runs down my arms
into the hollows and out
over every tenderness
I am yours I am yours I am yours
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