| A summers day in sixty-eight
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| Sunlight through a window falls across the page
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| A young boy tries to concentrate
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| His mind would rather fly beyond the classroom cage
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| He can take the teachers voice
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| Turn it into music from another place
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| All the other kids dont have that choice
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| Hanging on to every word the teacher says
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| Day and night — we will be touched
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| Standing in the light — dont shadow the genius
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| So out of school he walks alone
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| Soon his thoughts are flowing like a golden stream
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| An empty house he calls his own
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| This place becomes a temple to a silent dream
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| Sometimes he will clap and sing
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| Then deep in meditation he will learn to be And only birds upon the wing
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| With upward fascination claim to be so free
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| Day and night — we will be touched
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| Standing in the light — dont shadow the genius
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| Your smile, your freedom
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| Comes to you from within
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| Still a child with a reason
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| Youre afraid but its time to begin
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| Blow the wind of change
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| Though the words are strange — to hear
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| Say whats on your mind
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| Now is not the time — for fear
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| A summers day in eight-one
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| Sunlight through a window falls across the page
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| A young mans fight has just begun
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| And rising up inside him is a burning rage
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| They called his dream a fantasy
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| A song that every child has sung since time began
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| But just as long as he believes
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| Standing in the light hell make them understand |