| So you speak to me of sadness and the coming of the winter
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| Fear that is within you now that seems to never end
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| And the dreams that have escaped you
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| And the hope that you’ve forgotten
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| And you tell me that you need me now
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| And you want to be my friend
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| And you wonder where we’re going
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| Where’s the rhyme and where’s the reason?
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| And it’s you cannot accept it is here we must begin
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| To seek the wisdom of the children
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| And the graceful way of flowers in the wind
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| For the children and the flowers are my sisters and my brothers
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| Their laughter and their loveliness would clear a cloudy day
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| Like the music of the mountains and the colors of the rainbow
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| They’re a promise of the future and a blessing for today
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| Though the cities start to crumble and the towers fall around us
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| The sun is slowly fading and it’s colder than the sea
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| It is written: «From the desert to the mountains they shall lead us
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| By the hand and by the heart, and they will comfort you and me
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| In their innocence and trusting, they will teach us to be free.»
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| For the children and the flowers are my sisters and my brothers
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| Their laughter and their loveliness would clear a cloudy day
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| And the song that I am singing is a prayer to nonbelievers:
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| «Come and stand beside us, we can find a better way.» |