Here we stand above the waves
In images of thoughts she saves
Strange that she should fear us now
Considering our pledge and vow
We've done this many times before
Amidst the yard by her back door
Perhaps it's time she knows we're here
We'll have to let her really hear
What she does with what she knows
Determines in which way she grows
She can not do her task alone
That's why she has a telephone
Others there will show the way
That we may meet another day
The words you hear are here to tell
This is a gift - we wish you well
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