| A tree with no leaves, clothed in wood
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| Cracks the vacant sky with its jagged paths
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| It’s waiting and anticipating
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| The moment when spring reveals itself
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| And the tree will remember what it is to be beautiful
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| Let us sing of this greatness
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| Can you feel the vibrations?
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| Let us throw our words and feel the sensations
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| Can you feel the sensations?
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| Let us create our art
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| Let us perform our lives
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| Let us be your destiny
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| And your eyes
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| The honest lands horizon
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| Littered with nothing but life
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| Is a contrast of vacant and occupied space
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| Let us sing of this greatness
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| Can you feel the vibrations?
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| Let us throw our words and feel the sensations
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| Can you feel the sensations?
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| Let us create our art
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| Let us perform our lives
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| Let us be your destiny
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| And your eyes
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| What is up from this ground will always be pure
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| And we shall not hear, nor speak, nor see a false truth
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| We shall not hear, nor speak, nor see a false truth
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| We shall not hear, nor speak, nor see a false
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| Let us sing of this greatness
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| Can you feel the vibrations?
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| Let us throw our words and feel the sensations
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| Can you feel the sensations?
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| Let us create our art
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| Let us perform our lives
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| Let us be your destiny
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| And your eyes |