| For all needing not the liar
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| He’s been driven away
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| On route to plain sceneries
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| The son has paved the way
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| For all needing not the liar
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| He’s been goaded away
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| On these eerie grounds, beloved grounds
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| Standing firm, reciting out loud
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| Through withering meadows trudging hard
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| Harmony found
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| Slowing down life in the name of Growing out of the frames
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| Air and space to breathe in chaos
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| Leading back to the trail
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| Tomorrow will claim
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| Today still surrender
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| From depleting reserves
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| Our low lands of grain
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| Speak in need of time
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| For hearts to be preserved
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| Wounding the gracious heart
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| Recover from the salty dunes
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| Spirit in the quiet tunes
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| Decide to tack and wait for all already said
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| For all needing not the liar
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| It’s been driven away
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| On route to fields of founding
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| The four limbs taking the nails
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| On these eerie grounds, beloved grounds
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| Standing firm, reciting out loud
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| Through withering meadows trudging hard
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| Harmony found |