| My life’s like a grain of sand in my palm
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| It bites and pleasurably warms at once
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| With the first breath, with first innocent cry…
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| And outspread your hands to the lovely face
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| Just with dishevelled hair, and (the) proud in your face
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| You defend the treasures, your childhood’s secrets
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| (so important and precious in that while…)
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| SPRIGHTLY LIKE A WIND, YOU RUN THROUGH YOUR LIFE
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| NO BARRIERS, NO FEAR — EVERYTHING YOU CAN DO
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| THE SMILE ON YOUR LIPS, YOU’RE FREE LIKE A BIRD
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| RECKLESS, YOU PULL THE FLOWERS OF LOVE
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| Your brow ploghed by the time of long years
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| Your eyes watch the sun above
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| You breathe the smell of presence, you love this land
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| You cannot sleep, the thoughts of leaving hurts
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| My life’s like a grain of sand
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| Gleamy and frail — is this life still mine?
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| REFR.:
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| I will ajar my palm
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| But the whirl of time is ruthless to my soul
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| Just spiral of last flash
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| And mother earth opens her arms and i fall in forlorn
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| Sun is shining among the old trees
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| And grass whispers my lullaby
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| Sun is shining among the old trees
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| And grass whispers my lullaby |