| Cradling stones hold fire bright
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| As crickets call out to the moonlight
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| As you lean in to steal a kiss
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| I’ll never need more than this
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| We all share the pain of our histories
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| But the ache goes away if you could see
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| This night under stars, well, I call it peace
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| If you say, I’ll never need more than this
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| The trees grow so thick
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| You can barely see through
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| But the forest bestows the simplest of truths
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| You think you’ll be happy if granted one more wish
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| But the truth is you’ll never need more,
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| You’ll never need more
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| You’ll never need more than this
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| Want so much in this life,
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| There’s so much to be We sail through our youth so impatiently
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| Until we see
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| That the years move along
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| And soldiers and heroes come home
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| And they carry a song,
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| Don’t live in forgotten times
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| May this always remind you
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| Of the sea under the skies blue looking glass
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| Let’s make this our story, let’s live in the glory
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| Time, it fades away,
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| Precious as a song
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| Cause someday we’ll be gone
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| Cradling stones hold fire bright
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| As we watch the glow of the morning light
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| Someday our bones here they will lie, and so we sing
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| As the years move along and soldiers and heroes come home
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| And they carry a song
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| Let’s make this our story,
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| Let’s live in the glory
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| Time, it fades away,
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| Precious as a song
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| Cause someday we’ll be gone |