| When the world had just begun
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| And the stars seemed so near
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| Every day was a race to be run
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| Not a moment to be lost
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| And the sky seemed so clear
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| Not a cloud, not a bridge to be crossed
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| Then our ears would hear the thunder
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| And our eyes would fill with wonder
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| As we’d watch the garden grow
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| But a golden age was dawning
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| And a rainbow’s end was calling
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| And it soon was time to go
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| Every moment of the day
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| We would dance, we would play
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| And our souls were as free as the air
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| Tying ribbons in a bow
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| Pretty maids in a row
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| With the wind and the sun in our hair
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| But the overture was ended
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| And supremely independent
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| We would spread our wings and fly
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| At the risk of disillusion
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| In our innocent confusion
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| We were not afraid to try
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| So we run before we crawl
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| And we tumble and we fall
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| And our life is like a symphony
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| Just waiting to be sung
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| I remember when the world was…
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| Talking through the night
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| With companions we loved
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| Till the dawn filled our eyes with daylight
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| And the promises we made
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| All for one, one for all
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| As we dreamed of the wrongs we would right
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| With a golden road before us
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| And with God upon our side
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| We’d build a new Jerusalem
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| We were knights in shining armour
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| Full of passion, full of fire
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| We would never find again
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| So we run before we crawl
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| And we tumble and we fall
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| And we live on dreams and never think
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| Oh Lord, what have we done
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| In the garden when the world was young
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| And we couldn’t see a shadow
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| If one flew across the sun
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| In the garden when the world was young
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| We were knights in shining armour
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| Full of passion, full of fire
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| We would never find again
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| So we run before we crawl
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| And we tumble and we fall
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| And our life is still a symphony
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| Just waiting to be sung
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| In that garden when the world was young
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| And we didn’t see a shadow
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| When one flew across the sun
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| I remember when the world was young |