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How beloved is your dwelling place
O Lord of hosts
my soul yearns, faints
my heart and my flesh cry
The sparrow found a house
and the swallow, her nest
where she may raise her young
They pass through the valley of bakka
they make it a place of springs
the autumn rains also cover it with pools
Written by: Caroline Shaw, Piers Connor Kennedy
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