"If I am alive this time next year,
Will I have arrived in time to share?
Mine is about as good this far;
I'm still applied to what You are.
And I am joining all my thoughts to You
And I'm preparing every part for You.
I heard from the trees a great parade.
And I heard from the hills a band was made.
Will I be invited to the sound?
Will I be a part of what You've made?
And I am throwing all my thoughts away
And I'm destroying every bet I've made
And I am joining all my thoughts to You
And I'm preparing every part for You."
"All the Trees of the Field Will Clap Their Hands" by Sufjan Stevens.
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