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In search of grace
Can't find no trace
How could she just disappear from the street?
Some remember, none recall
Just when she slipped off the radar
It was somewhere between 67 or eight
Men, they are concerned with her fate
People lit up when they saw her face
All was well with a sense of place
In search of grace
But I can't find no trace
How could she just disappear from our streets?
Some remember, none recall
Just when she went off the radar
Somewhere between 67 or eight
Don't know what happened, become of her fate
Got to get back to that sacred space
That's why I'm always in search of grace
All the people lit up when they saw her face
All was with some sense of place
Somebody said she went away
Well, I'm always searching for grace
It was somewhere between 67 or eight
She seemed to disappear from our state
Some remember, none recall
Just when she went off the radar
All the people lit up when they saw her lovely face
All was well, all was well with a sense of place
All was remembered, peace in the night
Well, I'm always searching for grace
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