Be my soul, be my soul,
Call my name out low, oh so low,
Whisper where the shadows go, so it's told:
Be my everything, be my soul.
Be my soul, here below
Where the people fade like ghosts, don’t you know-
Save me, savior sweet; be it all:
My everything, and everywhere I go.
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