| Flushes playing in the cocktails
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| Yarrows growing green
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| Nature knows no circumstance
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| Only of what the weather brings
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| Leaving feathers where we go
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| Following the breeze
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| Some days cold, some days gold
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| It’s all a dream
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| The river shares a melody
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| The mountain sings a harmony
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| Moths and dragonflies, bumblebees
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| The rhythm of surf and sand
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| Let the cool clear water flow
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| Let your wings feel the air
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| Listen to what the night has to say
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| It’s like a prayer
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| In good time I think we’ll find what we’ve always known
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| In a world, so vast, so strange
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| We are not alone
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| No straight lines
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| It’s all benign
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| This grand design
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| Providence of myth and man and me and you
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| It’s all true and there’s nothing we need do
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| Clear as day and night
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| Loss pain delight |