| I know my heart better than you may think
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| It swells and keeps on the bank of a May creek
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| And when we see it All
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| And the exit sign
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| We build our scrape past the moors on Cliff-Keep
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| The bottom line: out of stone I will seep
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| We look up: Neverending Fountain
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| My wings are pure and forever sounding
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| The sky, my hub, and harken: crowning
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| Where basins boom and my heart is bounding
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| And when we see it All
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| And the exit sign
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| Where cool creeks collide
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| Of the true and the tried
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| I will be home, hawk-eyed
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| Searching, patient
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| Searching, patient
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| Searching, patient
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| Searching, patient |