The Fountain thirsts, the Bread is hungry here
The Light is Dark, the Word without a voice.
When darkness speaks it seems so light and clear.
Now He must dare, with us, to make a choice.
The Fountain thirsts, the Bread is hungry here
The Light is Dark, the Word without a voice.
When darkness speaks it seems so light and clear.
Now He must dare, with us, to make a choice.
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