| We were talking about how all the years go by,
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| People and places and the march of time,
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| Only memories can take us back there again;
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| Like the day on the boat, beneath a clear blue sky,
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| When out of the sea they came to jump and fly,
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| Now I understand why my friend said,
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| «Dolphins make us cry;»
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| 'Cos this was pure joy the way they laughed and played,
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| Skipping and a-dancing through the ocean waves,
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| It was pure joy for all to see,
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| So why can’t we, more often feel that joy of living?
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| And we were talking about how in the days gone by,
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| We would believe that all our dreams could fly,
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| But they fade away, like sunset out of the sky;
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| And I was there in a garden where the children play,
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| Hearing them singing on a summer’s day,
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| Made me realise how soon we lose that innocence inside;
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| 'Cos this was pure joy the way they laughed and played,
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| Skipping and a-dancing on that sunny day,
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| It was pure joy for all to see,
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| So why can’t we, more often feel that joy of living?
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| (Pure joy, pure joy),
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| So why can’t we, more often feel that joy of living?
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| Sheer joy of living, that joy of living:
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| 'Cos it was pure joy (the joy of living),
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| Pure joy (the joy of living),
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| It was pure joy (the joy of living),
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| Pure joy, that joy of living. |