All of nature sings Your praise
In a silent shout
Theorems prove in children's laughter
There can be no doubt
Every note played says your name
In a silent shout
Modulations change their colors
But not what we have found
Taste and touch the falling thunder
In its silent shout
Woven in between his fingers
And spinning round and round
All the cosmos on display
In a silent shout
Without the unmoved mover
All would come unwound
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