| I can hear you, like the rain that falls so sweetly
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| I can hear you, like the sun that dries the fields and feeds the grain
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| I can hear your spirit singing sweet refrains
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| Oh little starshine, oh little starshine
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| I can feel you, like a breath of fresh green pastures
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| I can feel you, like the touch of summer breezes in my hair
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| I can feel your presence flowing through the air
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| Oh little starshine, oh little star
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| The sun was sinking in the West
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| The sky was burning wild
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| As evening showed its starlit crest
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| I looked deep into my child
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| Oh fool, oh mortal man
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| We live life as we can
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| But now who do I think I am?
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| The world is black, the world is white
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| The world is you and I
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| We surely ought to see the light
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| That burns in children’s eyes
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| Oh Lord, give us a sign
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| The world’s a bitter crime
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| That soon we may taste angel wine
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| I see my future clearly now
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| My world is full of song
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| Be truthful to yourself, my child
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| And your heart will be forever strong
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| Oh Lord, give us a sign
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| The world’s a bitter crime
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| That soon we may taste angel wine
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| Oh Lord, give us a sign
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| The world’s a bitter crime
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| That soon we may taste angel wine |