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Where, oh where has our little God gone
Oh where, oh where can he be?
Could he be in a box, could he be in a shoe
Could he be in a tree, or have painted himself blue
Could he be in a prayer, could he be in a smile
Will I find him nearby, or after a while?
Always seeking, always seeking
Something right in front of me
A beautiful day, a quiet space
The light I'll find in someone's face...
Where, oh where has our little God gone
Oh where, oh where can he be?
Could he be in a church, could he be in a house
Could he be in an owl, could he be in a mouse
Could he be in a bird, or could he be in a bee
I am suspecting for me, that he- is a she
Always seeking, always seeking
Something right in front of me
A beautiful day, a quiet place
The light I'll find in someone's face...
Oh where, oh where can she be?
Oh where, oh where can she be?
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