| We’re all but little children
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| Playing in the sand of time
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| Exploring its meadows
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| Finding little hills to climb
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| This world is like a garden
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| And we are the flowers
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| Some bloom in and out of season
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| Some never bloom at all
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| Will someone please tell me, Tll me why, tell me why
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| Innocent babies have to cry
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| The reason, the reason we may never know
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| Just plant good seeds and let them grow, oh
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| Let’s move, mov, move to the rhythm of life
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| And accpt the things, the things we cannot change
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| Come on let’s groove, groove, groove to the rhythm of life
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| Just have a little faith the future shall be great
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| Then you hold on, hold on, hold on
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| Justice must be done
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| Before the break of dawn
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| Justice must be done
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| Before the day is gone, gone, gone
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| With deep meditation
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| And a firm concentration
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| We will fight the struggle
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| The battle must be won |