| How gentle was the breeze that surrounded the way
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| How loud the sea’s roar on the four winds everyday
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| Sharing love, wounded gifts from ancient long ago
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| Together they closed in the circles we know
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| Will we treasure all the secrets with life’s changing scenes?
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| Where our hearts were warm with love, so much love
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| Will the flowers grow again as I open out my hand?
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| Precious time, time for healing the beauty of this land
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| How soulful those words that confuses the way
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| How wild the mountains' stare as they guard our every day
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| Take for granted noble hearts in the golden age that’s flown
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| Between us, recall on a strong road we’ve known
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| Will we treasure all the secrets with life’s changing scenes?
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| Where our hearts were warm with love, so much love
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| Will the flowers grow again as I open out my hand?
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| Precious time, time for healing the beauty of this land |