| In the land of golden trees
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| Where the wind sings its melodies
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| Lives a man, on the shore
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| With no need for more
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| And he sleeps on the riverside
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| With his silent mind open wide
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| He hears what they mean
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| The voices of the stream
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| So read my reflections
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| And hear what they’re whispering for
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| Oh take me to your river
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| And teach me to worry no more
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| Not a story that’s not been told
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| The man keeps growing old
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| And he sees it all as one
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| In the water, in the sun
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| In the land of fallen leaves
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| Sits that man underneath the trees
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| And he’ll take me when he goes
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| Wherever the water flows
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| Now read my reflection
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| And hear what it’s whispering for
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| Oh, take me to your river
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| And teach me to worry no more |