| To my left a mountain stands
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| It’s been there since beginning
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| On my right the sea
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| It sounds so hard and unforgiving
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| Straight ahead the sun still shines
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| The sun that’s always giving
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| And right behind me lies a memory dead
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| But oh so living
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| Joanne she is still living here
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| And nothing seems to change
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| Except the trees, they’re taller now
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| And never stay the same
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| Always growing up one way
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| They always seem to go
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| I’ll tell you why they give us fruits
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| I really do not know, oh, oh
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| I’m quite a few years older now
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| But still feel young, so young
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| Twenty five, my life
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| Has really just begun
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| When I think of all the dreams
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| I’d love to dream as time moves on
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| For time, it waits for no man
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| And there’s plenty I must learn
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| So peaceful here, so full of colour
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| Unspoilt by greed of man
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| As I stand and feel my god’s own power
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| Sweet life lived all around
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| I’ll tell you why they drop their leaves
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| And grow and die and grow
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| All things that live on earth must die
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| So on and on they go, oh, oh
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| I’ll tell you why they drop their leaves
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| And grow and die and grow
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| All things that live on earth must die
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| So on and on they go
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| As finger tips cross my brain
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| And burn and turn unfell to learn
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| About the mountains
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| The sea
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| And the world |