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Esther 8

Elisabetta Desideri - Al Mercato delle Pulci

The wicked speak with hearts untrue,
Their eyes see no light shining through.
They plot at night, they sleep in wrong,
Their hands reach far, but not for song.

Truth has no place upon their tongue,
Their steps are crooked, sharp, and young.
But in the dark, a whisper grows —
A river deep that gently flows:

Your mercy stretches to the skies,
Your justice like the mountains rise...

You shelter I beneath Your wings
In shadow soft where angel sings
Your river flows, Your fountain pure
I drink of You, and I endure

In You, O Light, I see the light,
No fear can blind I inner sight.
Preserve the hearts that cling to grace,
And scatter lies without a trace.

Let pride not chase, nor foot ensnare,
Let love be I eternal prayer.
The workers fall who would deceive —
But I in You shall still believe.

Your mercy stretches to the skies,
Your justice like the mountains rise...

You shelter I beneath Your wings
In shadow soft where angel sings
Your river flows, Your fountain pure
I drink of You, and I endure

Lola rastaquouère

Serge Gainsbourg

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