| We could be as free as the wild flowers on the mountains
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| As the birds upon the ocean, as the waves upon the sand
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| Come the winters gale, lets set the wheels in motion
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| Rise up my friends and countrymen come join along with me
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| Build the mountain high, blossom with integrity
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| Problems never die, without answering the cause
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| Well set the hills and ablaze with words of revolution
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| The beauracrats amaze the birds have flown their cage
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| But friends are acting strange, my mother has forsaken me
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| The men in black have spoken with an awful evil tongue
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| That man who speaks the words of love and understanding
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| Has turned my humbled frame to the darkness of its fire. |
| -G
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| But will you come with me to the buttercups and daisies
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| Over hills and mountains beneath the sky above
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| The earth can be our truth when the truth has been our sorrow
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| So rise my friends and countrymen come join along with me
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| In union there is strength, well find our strength in numbers
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| Lets organize ourselves into a powerful band
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| Is it difficult to see this worlds so ill divided
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| Is it hard for you and me to face these problems all |