| Green grass is growing
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| Cool winds are blowing
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| The pointed star is shining
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| And in your eyes I’m finding
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| A world of singing
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| Where love is bringing
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| A sense of warmth to me
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| Because your mind is free and real
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| New waters sighing
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| My soul is flying
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| Into oblivion
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| Imagine the fields are gone for now
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| Cob web songs destroy the silence
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| That has threatened beauty’s violence
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| In my mind
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| The tears have flowed like velvet thunder
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| Smiles are shattered and torn asunder
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| Then I find
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| That I’ve been
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| Everyone
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| Everyplace
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| Every time but now
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| The falling leaves of wounded words
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| Are captured by angry birds
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| Of grey
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| The rivers of dissension drown
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| The virgin in her tattered gown
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| Of golden days
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| But I know
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| That clouds will dissolve
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| And morning will absolve my sins
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| The world is yearning
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| For the sun that’s burning
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| The path of flowing laughter
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| Good thoughts will follow after |