| Jindalee Jindalie
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| Look up to the morning sky
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| Jindalee Jindalie
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| Falling like the wind
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| To an understanding sky
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| Right into the arms of love from the other side
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| Sing of all things blue
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| Sing of all things high
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| I sing to sin my jindalin ally
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| In a red chapel’s room
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| Lay the bones of a face
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| That the wind will never touch
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| Nor a tear ever grace
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| Now love cuts through rock
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| Like the crying of a dove
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| Can you hear the sweetness calling
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| Oh my love
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| Jindalee Jindalie
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| What do you see in the morning sky
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| Jindalee Jindalie
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| Sing of all things blue
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| Sing of all things high
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| To the kings who weep in the hurricanes eye
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| Jindalee Jindalie
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| What do you see in the morning sky
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| Jindalee Jindalie
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| So in love with the time
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| In love with the place
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| In love with the wind
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| So in love with the time
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| In love with the place
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| In love with the wind
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| So in love with the time
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| In love with the place
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| In love with the wind
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| So in love with the time
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| In love with the place
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| In love with the wind
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| So in love with the time
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| In love with the place
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| In love with the wind
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| So in love with the time
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| In love with the place
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| In love with the wind
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| So in love with the time
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| In love with the place
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| In love with the wind
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| So in love with the time
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| In love with the place
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| In love with the wind |