| The golden flower of a love that is blooming
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| Makes me believe that something, somewhere is looming
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| The sounds of morning intermingling our living
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| In evening laughter is the stillness of giving
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| The silver showers of life in its crystal form
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| Don’t have to be forlorn
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| Go on and know you’re born now
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| Make peace inside and you will watch as the days they go by
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| She took my hand and led me down to the water
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| I kissed her lips and never since have I faltered
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| They come between us shadows of human failing
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| Then pass like clouds before the wind’s bitter wailing
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| The understanding in explicit simplicity
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| Comes to you blindingly, never you mindingly how
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| It makes its changes and yet nothing is changed
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| You’re enthralled
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| The mind and heart they should be one thing together
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| We’re born and die but they will go on forever
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| Our fear of being hurt and hurting is finally
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| The only constant in our scope of reality
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| In tears of sadness we call on our fellow clan
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| Explain if you think you can, I am but just a man now
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| We’re being guided we can look to ourselves for the way |
| We’re being guided we can look to ourselves for the way |