| See that fine
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| Full fresh river that’s a flowin'
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| Like the place that I’ll be goin'
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| On the day I die.
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| That red-wood tree
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| Growing higher than a masthead
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| Won’t allow no force to blast it
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| 's branches from the sky.
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| This morning dew, don’t it take like wine to you
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| In this brand-new world so brave and true.
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| This golden corn is gleaming like it’s just been born
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| In a brave new world, a brave new world … out of the blue
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| See that fat
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| Salmon swimming in the water
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| Has anybody
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| Ever caught a Fish like that at all?
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| There’s herds of deer
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| And droves of Buffalo a roamin'
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| It’s enough to do your dome in It’s A merical !
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| This morning dew, don’t it take like wine to you
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| In this brand-new world so brave and true.
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| This golden corn is gleaming like it’s just been born
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| In a brave new world, a brave new world … out of the blue
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| Feel that sun
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| Like a great gold gong that’s beating,
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| Like a brass-bell fanfare greeting
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| Summoning the day.
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| And hear that bird
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| Unfurls it’s song and hoist it flying
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| Like a flag that’s testifying
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| More than words can say.
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| This morning dew, don’t it take like wine to you
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| In this brand-new world so brave and true.
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| This golden corn is gleaming like it’s just been born
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| In a brave new world, a brave new world … out of the blue |