| It was up some laughing river where I’d gone to spend the day
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| I had such fantastic visions I could hardly stand to stay
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| And I stood within myself and suddenly felt free
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| And I stood above the burdens that puzzle you and me
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| I became awareness that was shared with all around
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| With the trees, the sky, the flowers, and the wind, the sun, the ground
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| I heard the birds were singing and I found them same as me
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| And I understood our sorrows and why they should not be
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| I saw this plane of living, it was nothing more than faith
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| A skin that covered glory, far beyond our love or hate
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| A living crystal fairyland where loving is our grace
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| A pyromanic garden that knows no time nor space
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| I saw what we’ve been doing to it, saw it as insane
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| Still a marching like good Christians with our wars, the sword, the flame
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| To crush all those damned infidels, defend what should be shame
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| And again I shared our sorrows and knew we all must bear the blame
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| I see it all as part of us to know and share alike
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| With a universal willingness to know and do what’s right
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| To understand our brotherness and stop this awful race
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| Let our children grow in peace, know their life shall not be waste
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| First there is a mountain, then it seems the mountain’s gone
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| But then, if you take another look, why, it’s been there all along
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| We can be just like that river as it laughs along its way
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| Or stand beneath the shadows that take the sun away |