| We smelled your soup on the fire cooking
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| We saw your toys and your pencils looking bright
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| So bright and yet they come from, oh, so far away
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| We heard your flags and your banners flapping
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| We felt the air from your hands, all clapping time
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| In time, I’m sure your time is not so far away
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| Millions, all moving forward
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| Millions, all babbling crossword
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| Millions, all flow as water
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| Millions, all bright with laughter
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| He make you glowing
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| He bake you golden
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| Like the Yangtze mud
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| I saw your writing on paper landing
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| Your stamps showed bridges and temples standing still
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| So still, and yet they’re standing, oh, so far away
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| I saw you asking for Western thinking
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| I say it’s poison that you’ll be drinking
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| Stay as east, as far away as dreams will let you be
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| Millions, all moving forward
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| Millions, all babbling crossword
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| Millions, all flow as water
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| Millions, all bright with laughter
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| He make you glowing
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| He bake you golden
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| Like the Yangtze mud
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| Millions, all moving forward
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| Millions, all babbling crossword
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| Millions, all flow as water
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| Millions, all bright with laughter
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| He make you glowing
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| He bake you golden
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| Like the Yangtze mud |