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Harpist | ||
When the harpist starts to play All your cares will fade away. Like an angel's voice it flies Taking you across the skies. Music wafting in the air Gives you dreaming room to spare. With the hand a-dance on strings Music plays that's fit for kings. It requires substantial skill To create that lovely trill. Praise the Lord for harps that sing And such satisfaction bring. | ||
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