And I've died a thousand dreams
And lived a thousand lies
And eaten the bread of mockery
And drunk the wine of fools
And I've seen the blind man suffer
For want of wisdom or friend
Though he cried out for justice or succour
My feet would not dare to move
Yet He prepares a table before me
Though I hang my head for the axe
And His joy longs to fill me
Though I fill my cup with bile
His love is never ceasing
His love is never ceasing
His love is never ceasing
His love is never ceasing.
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