| Picture this… you're standing by a river
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| Friends are all around you
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| Something new… that’s carried on the wind
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| Never known more true
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| Like a dream… it all seems so familiar
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| Still there’s something strange
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| Is this home, or are you moving out of time?
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| No time… all out of time
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| Autumn days, Copper in the sunlight
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| Winter bright and clear
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| Halcyon, prosperous and golden waits
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| Still out of time…
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| This we know, but don’t know why
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| Those that live but cannot die
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| Eyes that see — and never lie
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| It’s the scene you haven’t seen, the song that’s never played
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| It’s an image standing tall, that you never made
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| It’s a portrait with no paint, a novel without word
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| It’s a message that you know… though you never heard
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| It’s a table set for all
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| It’s a standing invitation from the streets out to the fields
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| In every nation there’s a thread that reaches all
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| There’s a seed of recognition, it’s a doorway open wide
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| Though you never heard at all
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| Picture this… you're standing in the garden
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| No one’s ever seen it
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| Beauty reaches out in all the distance
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| Perfect without end…
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| This we know, but don’t know why
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| Those that live but cannot die
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| Eyes that see — and never lie |