| Have you seen the seven oceans?
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| Or the snowcap of a mountaintop?
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| Or the Northern Lights set in motion?
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| Or a heartbeat slow to a stop?
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| Have you read a book by candlelight?
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| Or heard a leader’s call to arms?
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| Have you ever felt my love burn so bright
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| Like a fireball in your palm?
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| And all the things that I’ve seen
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| You will always be part of my tapestry
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| And all the places I’ve been
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| You will always be part of my tapestry
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| Have you felt a revolution?
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| Do you ever sit to stop and pause
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| Just to take a little moment
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| To see what’s mine and yours?
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| And all the things that I’ve seen
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| You will always be part of my tapestry
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| And all the places I’ve been
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| You will always be part of my tapestry
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| These are just lines of latitude
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| That we made up, drawn upon a map
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| We could be meeting with more demise
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| We could be woven and intertwined
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| And all the things that I’ve seen
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| You will always be part of my tapestry
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| And all the places I’ve been
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| You will always be part of my tapestry |