| In the pasture, we run free
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| By the spring creek, we lie down
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| In the pine thicket, we are pricked
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| In the dry wash, we come across
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| An incomplete set of bleached bones
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| Splendidly full of life
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| Wandering the countryside
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| Splendidly full of life
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| Wandering the countryside
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| Splendidly full of life
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| Wandering the countryside
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| Splendidly full of life
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| Wandering the countryside
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| Down the lugging road we stray
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| In the orchard, we feast
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| To the rocky ridge we persist
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| As the sun sets, we are enveloped by
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| Oddly energised orange light
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| Splendidly full of life
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| Wandering the countryside
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| Splendidly full of life
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| Wandering the countryside
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| Splendidly full of life
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| Wandering the countryside
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| Splendidly full of life
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| Wandering the countryside
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| On the beach, we had fun
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| By the rocks, in the sun
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| We were young, we were free
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| We were wild as the weeds
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| Below cliffs, surrounded by driftwood
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| We did everything we could
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| We did everything we, everything we could
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| We did everything we, everything we could
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| We did everything we, everything we could
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| We did everything we, everything we could |