| Every grain in the depth below
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| Cause I can no longer stay for long
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| Wildness, it comes to me and then it goes
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| Be well and fruitful my love
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| Withered with the wind, it clawed my hairs
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| But now it’s time to start it again and again
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| That mother’s little son, it smiled at us
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| We used to be the baby to hold
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| Carry on, carry on, carry on, carry on
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| Cause it’s the way you are livin'
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| Which counts to me
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| And the way you are livin'
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| That’s nice to see
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| Carry on, carry on, carry on, carry on
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| Cause it’s the way you are livin'
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| Which counts to me
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| And the way you are livin'
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| Is happy to see
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| And after all
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| The tree have grown so tall
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| And you will not be able to write to us all
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| But I will remember your face so dear
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| Be well and fruitful my love
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| Carry on, carry on, carry on, carry on
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| Cause it’s the way you are livin'
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| Which counts to me
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| And the way you are livin'
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| That’s nice to, nice to, nice to see
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| Carry on, carry on, carry on, carry on
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| Cause it’s the way you are livin'
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| Which counts to me
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| And the way you are livin'
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| Is happy to, happy to, happy to see |