| Daphne in the wood, you’ll become the wood
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| Fire in his eye has gone and fueled your flight so high
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| Over the river rocks, the wind will carry thee
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| Call on nature now, for she’ll keep you safe
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| From your own beauty
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| A heavy numbness seizes her into bark
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| Feet so swift to root, arm to branch and hair to leaf
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| Woman to tree
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| A heavy numbness seizes her into bark
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| Feet so swift to root, arm to branch and hair to leaf
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| Woman to tree
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| And in the end it’s the difference of the spirit and the matter
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| It’s the difference of the lover and the flyer
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| Don’t it make you want to cry?
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| It’s nothing less, nothing less between the worldly
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| And the one self
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| All this breathing and the truth that’s in your last breath
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| Don’t it make you want to cry?
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| So fly, fly and we’ll wear you like a leaf crown
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| Fly cause your truth is in the solid ground
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| Fly
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| Yeah, fly, fly and we’ll wear you like a leaf crown
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| Fly cause your truth is in the solid ground
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| Fly |