| Come into the garden, It’s magical trees
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| Dapple the sun as they sway with each lazy breeze;
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| They’ll set your mind at ease.
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| Pretend you’re a child, with nothing to hide,
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| Then we’ll join hands and let the universe swing wide;
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| We’ll lay our fears aside
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| Hold me, here we can soon be born again
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| Trust me, believe we can still be born again
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| We’ve been sleeping all our lives,
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| Atleast we can open our eyes.
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| Our gates are unguarded, I’ve stolen the key,
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| To where everything holy inside us is free to run free;
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| To smell and taste and touch and see.
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| Hold me, here we can soon be born again.
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| Trust me, believe we can still be born again.
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| We’ve been sleeping all our lives,
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| At last we can open our eyes. |