| Red oak sugar and Korean dogwood and Korean dogwood
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| Vibes tug to run roam
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| Lit by mission moonlight
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| Kangas on that hillside
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| You are my life
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| And you baffle me some
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| Like an endless maple
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| Inca cornflower
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| You’re my baby’s blue eyes
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| And when goddess all in a prayer
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| You’ll hear a sound
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| That rings true and fair
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| Black cape lightning
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| And all the orange blossoms and orange blossoms
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| My friend Piegan
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| Drawing endless love songs, endless love songs
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| Sweet bee, show me what you’re seeing
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| Show me what you’re seeing
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| And go right and loud and proud
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| Every little word
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| It’s still rings through
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| Strange prayer looming
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| Over all our brothers, over all our brothers
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| Prism lifeson and the whole gospel
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| Is a rope thrown helpful
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| But for sure all that we’ve made
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| Will be swallowed by the Earth
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| For it’s got no wings |