| Tantras: the ritual seven notes of freedom to learn and to know the ritual of
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| Life. |
| life is a fight between sources of evil and pure love. |
| alan and chris
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| Present and relay the struggle out of which comes a positive source. |
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| Sommes do soleil. |
| we are of the sun. |
| we can see
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| Nous sommes do soleil we love when we play
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| Nous sommes do soleil we love when we play
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| Open doors we find our way
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| We look we see we smile
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| Surely daybreaks cross our path
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| And stay maybe a while
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| Let them run, let them chase
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| Let them hide between
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| Constant doors will open eyes
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| As life seems like
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| Life seems like a
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| Fight, fight, fight
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| Maybe I’ll just sing awhile
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| And then give you a call
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| Maybe I’ll just say hello
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| And say maybe that’s all
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| Hurry home as love is true
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| Will help us through the night
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| Till we’re coming home again
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| Our life seems like
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| Life seems like a
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| Fight, fight, fight
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| Catch as we look and use the passions that flow
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| As we try to continue
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| We receive all we venture to give
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| Maybe we’ll just stand awhile
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| And surely we can call
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| Dreams are said to blossom courage
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| Constant to the soul
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| Change we must as surely time does
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| Changes call the course
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| Held inside we enter daybreaks
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| Asking for asking four
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| The source
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| The source
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| The source
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| Sent as we sing our music’s total retain
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| As we try and consider
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| We receive all we venture to give
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| All we sai is our
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| Soul constant sight listener
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| We won’t tender our song clearer
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| Till we sail
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| Then I will be there
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| And I will be there
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| As clearer companions
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| Shall call to be near you
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| They move around tell me that
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| Move around surely sing
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| As they don’t seem to matter at all
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| At all at all
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| Hold me my love, hold me today call me round
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| Travel we say, wander we chchoose love tune
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| Lay upon me, hold me around lasting hours
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| We love when we play
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| We hear a sound and alter our returning
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| We drift the shadows and course our way on home
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| Flying home
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| Going home
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| Look me my love sentences move dancing away
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| We join we receive
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| As our song memories long hope in a way
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| Nous sommes do soleil
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| Hold, me around, lsting ours
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| We love when we play
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| Nous sommes do soleil
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| Nous sommes do soleil
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| Nous sommes do soleil |