| A heritage of vision
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| Was given to us all
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| To smell the rose’s fragrance
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| To hear the songbird’s call
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| To watch the distant moonlight fill
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| The coming of the tides
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| To understand that life is more
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| Than always choosing sides
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| And some have seen what can be seen
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| Of sailing ships and kings
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| And some are given feet of clay
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| And some are given wings
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| And some must struggle just to breathe
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| Some have a golden spoon
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| And some will never leave the nest
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| While some walk on the moon
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| And don’t you know the life that lives
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| Within the silent hills
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| Is just as rich and beautiful
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| And just as unfulfilled
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| As man with all his intellect
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| His reason and his choice
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| Oh, who’s to say the nightingale
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| Has any less a voice
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| The silver dolphins twist and dance
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| And sing to one another
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| The cosmic ocean knows no bounds
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| For all that lives are brothers
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| The whippoorwill, the grizzly bear
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| The elephant, the whale
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| All children of the universe
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| All weavers of the tale
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| So palomino lie back down
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| And dream yourself to sleep
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| The hawk flies with the morning dove
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| The lion with the sheep
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| As far away as you may go
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| We’ll never be apart
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| It’s in your dreams that you will know
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| The seasons of the heart
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| Words and music by John Denver |