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There is a woman,

There is a woman,

so kind and great of heart,

who visits our church.

 

From Eastern Europe

she is tinier

than even the smallest Piaf.

 

When she sings

in praise and adoration of her Creator,

you can almost see

the pillars tremble

in harmony;

 

as her voice

totally and powerfully

pervades the innermost depths

of the entire congregation.

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