I want to be totally still nowas still as if I were absentas still as if my chair were emptymy chair is emptywhen the teacher calls the rolllet there be a silence at my namethis life is filled with emptinessis it complicated - nolet us wait in this silenceyou and II will take your hand and kiss itI will touch your faceso softwe are the birds of emptinesswe are the children of this fine silencewhat is there that we really need to dojames lee jobe
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