Open Sky
By a river crystal bright
There's a tree where waters flow
Leaves that fall for our healing
Scattered on the world below
Where angels dance
And the people sing
A song of hope
That's come my way
And turns me round
To face the sky
The rhythm of this world
The gift of life
The essence that can never die
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