| Oh we’ll fly in on the spring breeze
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| Shoutin dreams from the smile on our face
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| On flyin horses came the Oak trees
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| Showin unity to the human race
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| Our words are too far from earth we’re told
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| To ever be any worth
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| But we’ll tell you for the good of your souls;
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| Live your dreams to find the truth
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| Feet on earth, head in sky
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| Heart throbs in-between
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| Finger tips on waves of thought
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| That no man’s ever seen
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| So don’t let fear of pain emerge
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| And kill us before we speak
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| For we are His messengers
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| To give strength to the weak
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| We’ll carry our enchanted sticks
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| We’ll live in our enchanted land
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| Enchanted by the touch of god
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| Or can’t you understand
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| Dream you’re on a schooner
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| In the waters of all time
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| Or in a tee-pee on the plains
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| Chantin all time magic rhymes
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| Feet on earth, head in sky
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| Heart throbs in-between
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| Finger tips on waves of thought
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| That no man’s ever seen |