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In the morning, the pure of light |
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Fell on our eyes |
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Through the sharp streams of evergreen |
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The sun on the grass |
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To the sharp sound of jackdaws |
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The sun warms the rock |
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In the breeze of November |
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The sense of it all |
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Witch the ropes laid in old sacks |
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Breakfast is done |
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And you search deep within yourself |
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Questioning why? |
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But the wonder still lingers |
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To this day my friend |
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Long enough to taste |
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The older man |
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Leads the way |
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The younger men |
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Follow behind |
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A rush of fear |
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Wells inside |
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Sensational feelings |
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I start to climb |
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I start to climb |
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And the fear melts in the softness |
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Of his voice in song |
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To the gold in his handshake |
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The end of the song |
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Prints in the stone |
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Prints in the stone |
