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You're not the one for me, you're not the one I see
standing there Gleaming like royalty, but restless inside with the shadows of fear But I see right through you, to the new you No matter what veils you place or I pose I will not be me You will not be you I choose to see Christ in you when you seem princess or frog Your beauty's in Christ Years will flow by and emotions run dry and I won't want to try Armor will rust and your diadem dim, and my heart may forget the joy But I'll look right through you, to the new you No matter how wrinkled or worn you become I will not be me You will not be you It's when I see Christ in you that my heart beats one with yours Your beauty's in Christ |
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