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I seek you every evening and dawn,
my face and palms turned up to you;
with a thirsty spirit for you I moan,
like a beggar come to my door.
The heavens can’t contain you,
and yet my thoughts somehow do:
haven’t I hidden your name in my heart
until my love for you crossed my lips?
Therefore I’ll praise the name of the Lord
so long as His breath in me lives.