| Finding all that’s meant to be
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| Visions of eternity
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| Surpass the integral inside
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| Of various disguise
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| What comes to pass in this new stance
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| Can be the often circumstance
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| Of always holding ever tight
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| To only what you know
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| All the possibilities
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| Reigning in my eyes
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| And the certainty of certain power
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| Comes quickly to my side
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| But it’s plain to see a change has come to me
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| What I lived was make believe
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| I stood beside a fruitless tree
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| Thinking of my life without
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| The meaning that begins
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| In surprise stance the magic came
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| And lit a light that still remains
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| It’s grown intro the gallantry
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| Of something more than me
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| Fighting by the futile line
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| No reason to hang on
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| Till you see there really isn’t such
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| A setting of sun gone
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| It’s not hard to do, a change can come to you
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| Sister trouble’s gona change
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| I swim glide rims of beauty
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| Canyon sings hymns of man and woman
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| Spectral praise is in the view
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| All the simple truths of love
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| Were sadly left aside
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| When I bought the bigger lesson false
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| Of learning how to hide
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| But it’s plain to see a change has ome to me
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| Sister trouble gonna change |