| From city streets you came with something true
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| From dirt and smoke you breathed in something new
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| And when you laid all before you, they took what you made
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| And threw it away, the gift that you gave
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| With hands of gold and images strong
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| You cast the shape of things to cling on
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| And when you tried to show them, they took what you made
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| And gave it away, the gift that you gave
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| And in return, I give you honest love
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| These things I see around me
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| I see with my soul, I feel in my heart
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| The gift that you gave and in return I give you my respect
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| That’s all that’s mine for giving, I’ve learned from it all
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| The textures and form, the gift that you gave
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| And when they ask what prize I treasure most
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| What legacy I cherish, I say from the heart
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| The passion and art, that’s the gift that you gave |