| Farewell now my sister
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| Up ahead there lies your road
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| And your conscience walks beside you
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| It’s the best friend you will ever know
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| And the past is now your future
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| It bears witness to your soul
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| Make sure that the love you offer up Does not fall on barren soil.
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| For the wind cries of late
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| In the whispering grass.
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| Our way of life is held
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| In the spinning wheels of chance.
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| I believe in the ways of an older law
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| When we used to dance to a different drum
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| And we are changing are ways
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| Yes we are taking on different roads
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| Tell me more about the forest
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| That you once called home.
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| For the wind cries of late
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| In the whispering leaves
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| And the sun will turn to waste
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| The heavens we build above.
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| Father teach your children
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| To treat our mother well
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| If we give her back her diamonds
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| She will offer up her pearl.
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| But I’m not bitter no I’m surviving
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| To face the world, to raise the future.
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| So why don’t you tell me, come on and tell me About the world you left behind.
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| Come on and tell me. |