| I have walked along the
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| Paths of dark and light
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| And I have seen the sunrise
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| And I’ve seen the night
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| I’ve seen the calm before
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| The storm and then the fight
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| And now I see the sparrows
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| As they begin to fly
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| And all that’s left
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| For me to do is cry
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| I’ve had my view of happiness
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| And my view of despair
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| I’ve cleaned out all the cobwebs
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| And I’ve learned how to compare
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| I’ve seen all of the circles
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| And I’ve had my last affair
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| And now I see the sparrows
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| As they begin to fly
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| And all that’s left
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| For me to do is cry
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| Thinking that I was lost
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| Then finding the end
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| To all beginnings
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| Gave to me the key
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| Made of lead and golden
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| Freeing locks, Pandora’s boxes
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| Devils are expended
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| And I’m finally free
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| And when all the
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| Tears are finally cried
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| And I am finally clean inside
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| The gentle winds will come
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| And they will dry my mind
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| And I will see the sparrow
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| That need no longer fly
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| And all that will be left
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| For me to do is die |