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Those whom I argue sleep through the night
While I toss and turn to every phrase relived.
My bed is agitated, a rising surf of clever retorts,
Fighting deep into the night with no one.
When you lift up the light of your face, righteous Lord,
Reveal a glory shamed by pursuing vanity.
I know that you hear me when I call Lord
And put joy back into my heart.
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