| I almost see my sister
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| In a face that’s by my side
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| Although she has the eyes of someone else
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| Another face reminds me
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| Of a man I used to know
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| In one, to my surprise, I see myself
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| Was this done for our sake?
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| Is it art for art’s sake?
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| This is such a strange strange place
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| But it’s beautiful
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| It’s beautiful
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| And anyone I’ve ever known
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| Is here with me now
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| Here in bronze and stone
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| Anyone I’ve ever seen
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| Stands before me now
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| A part of Vigeland’s dream
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| A part of his dream
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| His vision for the world
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| I watch a father swing his child
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| Around him in the park
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| The laughing boy is happy as can be
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| And witnessing the scene
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| Brings out a funny mood in me
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| I pray they’ll still be talking in his teens
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| Was this done for our sake?
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| Is it art for art’s sake?
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| This is such a strange strange place
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| But it’s beautiful
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| It’s beautiful
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| And anyone I’ve ever known
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| Is here with me now
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| Here in bronze and stone
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| Anyone I’ve ever seen
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| Stands before me now
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| A part of Vigeland’s dream
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| A part of his dream
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| His vision for the world
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| A part of his dream, his dream
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| Oh, his vision for the world
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| In one I see my future
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| In one I see my child
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| In one I see an angry little boy I recognise
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| In one I see my childhood
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| In one I see my own true
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| In one I see the wonder and the beauty of the world
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| Of the world
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| All the beauty of the world |