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All this pain, I wonder if I'll ever find my way, I wonder if my life could really change at all.
All this earth, could all that is lost ever be found?
Could a garden come out from this ground at all?
You make beautiful things, you make beautiful things out of the dust.
You make beautiful things, you make beautiful things out of us.
All around, hope is springing up from this old ground, out of chaos life is being found in there.
You make beautiful things, you make beautiful things out of the dust.
Oh you make beautiful things, you make beautiful things out of the dust.
Oh you make beautiful things, you make beautiful things out of the dust.
You make beautiful things, you make beautiful things out of the dust.
You make beautiful things, you make beautiful things out of the dust.
Oh you make beautiful things, you make beautiful things out of the dust.
You make beautiful things, you make beautiful things out of the dust.
You make beautiful things, you make beautiful things out of the dust.
You make beautiful things out of the dust.
