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Noa - Nisayon
I swore to you, oh Lord
But unsure of my ploy...
How can I bear the burden
Of a perfect joy?
Can my eyes contain the light?
I'm delirious and weak
How to keep from shattering
The happiness that all men seek?
How can I keep my feet on board
'neath a weight as great as this?
I want to stand up tall, oh Lord
And bear the yolk of perfect bliss
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