| Clear as ice, oh clear as ice
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| Dripping down from a rock
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| Spring will come and so will fall
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| All my enemies have finally fled
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| They’ve finally fled and gone
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| Take your pick, oh take your pick
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| And dig into the earth
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| You’ll find a muted pearl its worth
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| It will never self-disclose
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| It’s your job to dig and polish you know
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| All the colors spin, all the colors spin
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| Blackness from a pitcher pours
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| Stars come blowing through the door
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| Your eyes they mirror pools of ink
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| Your heart and mind combine to drink
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| From the puzzle’s trough
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| But the troubles can be solved
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| Take jumps in wintry lakes
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| Feel the water’s skin and face
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| Huddle up close nice and tight
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| We might absorb enough moonlight
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| Your kiss adorns a neighbor strange
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| Who’s one of us again, again
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| The wind is blowing stars my friend
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| The wind is blowing stars! |