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Once was a young girl who traveled a river |
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Laughter and light were the gifts she could bring |
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Sailed on the water in St-Jean forever |
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To those on the banks she would call out and sing, |
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"It takes time, it takes time, for the river to carry you down |
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To the sea, and the tide, the moments lost never are found." |
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Once was a young boy who went to the river |
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Saw our young maiden and followed along |
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Walked on the banks to the shores of the ocean |
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Joining her travels in laughter and song |
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It takes time, it takes time, for the river to carry you down |
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To the sea, and the tide, the moments lost never are found |
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The river is wide and the river is narrow |
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White ?? rapids and warm gentle sands |
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Meanders and waterfalls, each you must travel |
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Guide yourself on with the orb in your hand |
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The banks of the river are crowded with people |
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The banks of the river are silent and stone |
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You watch as they pass so you land and you settle |
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The eddies and currents move ever along |
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It takes time, it takes time, for the river to carry you down |
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To the sea, and the tide, the moments lost never are found |
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What will you be on the banks of the river-- |
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A tinker, a tailor, a soldier, a king? |
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As you sail on to the shores of the ocean |
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Open your heart and your spirit and sing, |
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"It takes time, it takes time, for the river to carry you down |
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To the sea, and the tide, the moments lost never are found |
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"It takes time, it takes time, for the river to carry you down |
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To the sea, and the tide, the moments lost never are found |
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"It takes time, it takes time, for the river to carry you down |
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To the sea, and the tide, the moments lost never are found, |
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The moments lost never are found." |
