| Oh mystery of life
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| I see your rivers flowin'
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| Rollin' through the window
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| Out along the edge of time
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| And blooms of living life
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| Your solar winds come blowing
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| Weaving through the pattern
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| Scattered here within my mind
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| Behind the brush, the master painter
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| Picked the colors that he used and
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| Reds and golds, greens and blues
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| Colors just for me and you
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| What if the pattern has a meaning
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| That the pattern maker chooses
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| Every life and soul reviewed
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| Giving us a special clue
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| Oh mystery of life
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| I’ve seen your rivers flowing
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| Rolling through the window
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| Out along the edge of time
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| And blooms of living life
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| Your solar winds come blowing
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| Weaving through the pattern
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| Scattered here within my mind
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| Everywhere His hand has written
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| Everywhere I see His name
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| Through the skies, across the mountains
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| Wandering lightnin', falling rain
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| From His hand all life is molded
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| In His breath, the living flame
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| He lit the stars, gave His son
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| Through Him all life has come
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| Oh mystery of life |