| I’m bound by the beauty
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| I’m bound by desire
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| I’m bound by the duty
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| I’m coming back in 500 years
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| And the first thing I’m gonna do
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| When I get back here
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| Is to see these things I love
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| And they’d better be here
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| First I’m going to find a forest
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| And stand there in the trees
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| And kiss the fragrant forest floor
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| And lie down in the leaves
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| And listen to the birds sing
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| The sweetest sound you’ll ever hear
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| And everything the dappled
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| Everything the birds
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| Everything the earthness
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| Everything the verdant
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| The verdant green
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| I’m bound by the fire…
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| Then I’m going to find an open field
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| And lie down in the flowers
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| And then I’m going to find a guitar
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| And play play play for hours
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| And then I’m going to find a river
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| To see what kind of body in
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| And everything the granite
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| Everything the kiss
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| Everything the earthness
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| Everything the verdant
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| The verdant dream
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| I’m bound by the beauty
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| I’m bound by desire
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| I’m bound to keep returning
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| I’m bound by the beauty of the light
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| The slightest change
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| The constant rearrange
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| Of light upon the land
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| I’m bound by the beauty of the wind
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| That blows across the earth
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| The unfetteredness the wheatness
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| And through the flying hair
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| The slowness of the falling leaves
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| Across this warm November door
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| And the geese the flying southness
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| The arms out evermore
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| I’m bound by the snow
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| The soft the fallingness
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| The everupward face…
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| The everupward face…
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| Bound by the sunsets
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| The rivers
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| The music
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| The beauty… |