Celebrate the rising of my Holy Soul of my gift to you, for which there's no toll you don't have to pay the price I've already paid you don't have the burden nor the heaviness you've made I was born to take it all from you and my dying proved a token of My Fathers love the great stone had been moved I rose above and with me all your burdens true come to me I'll keep them and make your spirit new.
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