| She reclines, closing her eyes
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| The sun that set is bound to rise
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| Night birds and fireflies settle around her
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| Days grow long, spring is here
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| Waterfalls will shine again
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| Our minds have gone down stream
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| Shooting the rapids
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| Oh, the arctic flame
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| Bright as the eye of a hurricane
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| We’re all just the same growing children
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| Every moment is perfect, every sound is a jewel
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| Every man is a prophet at the mercy of a fool
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| Watch the seasons go, as sunshine turns to cold snow
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| Chill in the hard rain, numbers of tomorrow
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| The great globe spins, the music starts
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| Every beat knows its part
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| To keep it spinning in a circle
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| Every moment is perfect, every eye is a jewel
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| Every man is a prophet with the mercy of a fool |