| And if Peace were a mountain, we’d gather around her
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| To bathe in her silence, her power, her call
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| If Wisdom could sing or whisper his secrets
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| Eternity teaching the ways of the free
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| In my mind I can see them, I hear them and I feel them
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| For Love, Peace and Wisdom are all part of me
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| If Love has her freedom, and Peace her expression,
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| Surely Wisdom will grow like a flower in bloom
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| The seed has been planted, and tended and watered
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| By the prayers of the hopeful and the tears of the brave
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| We long to return to that place of still waters
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| And sit on the banks under some shady tree
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| In my mind I can see it, I hear it and I feel it
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| And Love, Peace and Wisdom are all that we need
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| Some call me a dreamer, some will call me a seeker
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| One who follows her stars on a quest for the truth
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| But every believer holds a deep hidden memory
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| Of a time when the earth was a flower in bloom
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| We long to return to that place of still waters
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| And sit on the banks under some shady tree
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| In my mind I can see it, I hear it and I believe it
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| And Love, Peace and Wisdom are the three golden keys |