| I hope you spend your days
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| writing verses on your page.
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| May your life be a Walden Pond swim.
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| Taking showers in the cold
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| and your glasses filled to their brim.
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| And I hope you treat your heart
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| real nice and real smart.
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| May your life be a Walden Pond swim.
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| Can’t be worthless seein' stars,
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| buying rocky-road for me and him.
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| Stay in that water and
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| keep where you’re feeling fine but
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| I’m just the daughter of a man who lives on oak and wine and I
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| swim like my father
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| and remember hard days drivin' miles across county lines.
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| I hope you realize
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| why the clouds are always crying.
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| May your life be a Walden Pond dive.
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| Shaking flowers at the ground
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| while you live the life you did at five.
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| And I hope it’s testified
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| for you the best had been denied.
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| May your life be a Walden Pond swim.
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| May you find your love tonight
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| and the times you have are never grim.
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| Stay in that water and
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| keep where you’re feeling fine but
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| I’m just the daughter of a man who lives on oak and wine and I
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| swim like my father and remember hard days drivin' miles across county lines.
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| I’ve still got those pictures that I found in a bucket.
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| They’re all up on my wall.
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| And I’ve still got those paintings that you did for my birthday
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| way back in the fall.
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| And I’ve still got those pictures that i found in a bucket.
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| They’re all up on my wall.
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| And I’ve still got those paintings that you did for my birthday
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| way back in the fall. |