| Back when they danced outside of time,
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| Before the stars would rule the night,
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| There was a dove flew o’er the deep, deep water,
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| And that’s when he heard,
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| The voice of the Lion start to speak,
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| And then there was light,
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| When the light hits the water, the colors shine,
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| Oh, but which one do you choose to paint the sky,
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| Blue was the one that won,
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| But he shares it with the others in the evening and dawn,
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| The rest of the colors were falling down,
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| The water came together,
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| And that’s when they heard,
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| The voice of the Lion name the ground,
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| I’m still dancing to the music from a garden,
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| That was so much brighter then,
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| With the echoes from a long forgotten song,
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| Escaping from my lungs within,
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| And you can hear the movement through,
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| The overture that’s playing if you listen to the end,
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| Because the dove and the composer will be dancing,
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| When the Lion comes again,
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| Cavernous empires of the sea,
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| Up through the clouds,
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| And on the green ground, green ground underneath,
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| Citizens rise with the dawn,
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| And that’s when they heard,
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| The voice of the Lion name the new son, new son,
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| I’m still dancing to the music from a garden,
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| That was so much brighter then,
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| With the echoes from a long forgotten song,
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| Escaping from my lungs within,
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| And you can hear the movement through,
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| The overture that’s playing if you listen to the end,
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| Because the dove and the composer will be dancing,
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| When the Lion comes again,
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| Blue was the one that won,
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| But he shares it with the others in the evening and dawn,
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| So I’ll sing to the kingdom of beauty as it began,
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| And I’ll dance in its shadows, until it comes again,
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| I’m still dancing to the music from a garden,
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| That was so much brighter then,
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| With the echoes from a long forgotten song,
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| Escaping from my lungs within,
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| And you can hear the movement through,
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| Thee overture that’s playing if you listen to the end,
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| Because the dove and the composer will be dancing,
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| When the Lion comes again |