| Let’s go — Walk through the branches
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| And see into it all (And see into it all)
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| Walk through the branches
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| And hear mother nature’s call
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| That will rise again
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| Travel along the contours
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| In a landscape with no boundaries
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| Follow the roads into the unknown
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| Along the path of our ancestors
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| Summon the aura
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| And the species we have seen
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| Envision a lost world
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| Before it was torn by hands of man
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| Red leaves from the tree of life
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| Cast by the wind
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| Down in the beckoning hollow
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| One time in history
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| We lived in harmony with the earth
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| We chanted around the campfires
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| And gazed into the mysteries of the stars
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| Red leaves from the tree of life
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| Cast by the wind
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| Down in the beckoning hollow
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| One time in history
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| We lived in harmony with the earth
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| We chanted around the campfires
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| And gazed into the mysteries of the stars
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| Wandering across the open plains
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| To a promised green
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| Free feet among the whispering grass
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| That stretches further than the eyes can see
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| Summon the aura
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| And the species we have seen
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| Envision a lost world
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| Before it was torn by hands of man
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| Travel along the contours
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| In a landscape with no boundaries
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| Follow the roads into the unknown
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| Along the path of our ancestors
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| Nature is an image of time
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| One time in history
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| We lived in harmony with the earth
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| We chanted around the campfires
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| And gazed into the mysteries of the stars
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| An endless chase for new resources
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| Constant pace towards the end
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| As a testament to our forefathers
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| In our lives we honour them
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| From the peak of the mountains
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| We ponder upon creation
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| Seasons gone by and seasons to come
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| Nature is an image of time |