| In the fields of sweet Ambrosia I’ve been told
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| You can sit down by the river
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| And watch yourself unfold
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| You can drink right from the river
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| And purify your soul
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| Oh, Ambrosia, Pour it sweet and slow
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| I need to be replenished, I need to overflow
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| Let my senses know your power
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| Let your holy mix distill
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| Oh, Ambrosia, Let my spirit drink its fill
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| Oh, Ive been like those people
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| Who need pain to feel alive
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| But now I’m kind of like a child
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| Who’s been slowly reconciled
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| To waiting on the wisdom that
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| He knows will soon arrive
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| In the hills above Ambrosia I have seen
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| A lovely place of mystery with
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| Meadows emerald green
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| And the colors of Ambrosia
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| Are as real as any dream
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| Just as real as any dream |