| I started out toward the mountain
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| From the mouth of the river bed
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| I walked a month, I saw no one
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| Before it dawned on me where this led
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| All the sunlight and the clover
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| The valley bountiful below
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| I looked out and I discovered
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| There is no end to the searching spirit
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| I looked for you, out in the blue
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| But I knew you could stay hidden
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| Say hi to Grace, build in a place
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| It's what you make and what you give to it
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| All the sunlight and the clover
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| The valley bountiful below
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| I looked out and I discovered
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| There is no end to the searching spirit
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| Did you do what no one could have done?
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| Did you win what no one has won?
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| And did you find that you were the one? |