Out Of Touch
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Down to the edge
Of the island
We will go
Once more
Beyond the reach
Of electric power
Beyond the reach
Of electric power
Out of touch
With everything
Where Elements
Alone remain
Salt sea water
Washing my face
My sinners soul
Transformed by grace
Mother of Mercy
Is present here
Speaking of surrender
To the Spirit
Here is the wind
The waves
The crashing
And the upward surge
Of everything
Where Elements
Alone remain
Salt sea water
Washing my face
My sinners soul
Transformed by grace
Mother of Mercy
Is present here
Speaking of surrender
To the Spirit
Here is the wind
The waves
The crashing
And the upward surge
Of everything
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