| Their spirits soar on high
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| They wing with birds that float on by
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| Your love and mine
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| Their spirits with the breeze
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| That gently plays the summer leaves
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| Your love and mine
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| Life is a bird in the sky
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| Life is the breeze blowing by
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| Time picked the words
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| Time picked the songs
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| But we sang them wrong
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| Their spirits with the rain
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| That feeds the wheat and weeds the same
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| Your love and mine
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| The sun their spirits light
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| That feels and warms both black and white
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| Your love and mine
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| Life is the rain from on high
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| Life is the sun in the sky
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| Time picked the words
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| Time picked the songs
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| We were the choir
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| But we sang them wrong
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| Their spirits bless the cruel
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| The intellectual, the fool
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| Your love and mine
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| Their spirits point the way
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| But who has noticed, who will say
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| Your love or mine?
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| Life is a soft lullaby
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| Soothing a child as it cries
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| But it cries in pain
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| Time wrote the songs
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| We hear the cry
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| And still we sing wrong |