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You walked on water,
held my hand through the fire
A saintly presence, a high-climbing spire
But when the ground shook,
you were nowhere around
Left me alone on this cold,
hard ground
Maybe your absence was the ultimate grace
To make me stand up and look at this place
To learn to walk when the shadows grow long
To find my own voice and sing my own song (ooh-ahh-ooh)