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There are moments you remember all your life |
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There are moments you wait for and dream of all your life |
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This is one of those moments |
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I will always remember this chair, that window |
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The way the light streams in |
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The clothes I'm wearing, the words I'm hearing |
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The faces I'm seeing, the feeling I'm feeling |
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The smell, the sound, will be written on my mind |
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Will be written in my heart as long as I live |
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I can travel the past and take what I need |
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To see me through the years |
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What my father learned and his father before him |
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Will be there for my eyes and ears |
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I can walk through the forests of the trees of knowledge |
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And listen to the lessons of the leaves |
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I can enter rooms where there are rooms within rooms |
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Wrapped in a shawl that learning weaves |
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I remember, Papa |
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Everything you taught me |
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What you gave me, Papa |
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Look at what it's brought me |
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There are certain things that once you have |
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No man can take away, no wave can wash away |
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No wind can blow away, and now they're about to be mine |
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No tide can turn away, no fire can burn away |
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No time can wear away |
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I can open doors and take from the shelves |
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All the books I've longed to hold |
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I can ask all the questions the whys and the wheres |
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As the mysteries of life unfold |
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Like a link in a chain from the past to the future |
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That joins me with the children yet to be |
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I can now be a part of the ongoing stream |
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That has always been a part of me |
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There are certain things that once you have |
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No man can take away, no wave can wash away |
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No wind can blow away, no tide can turn away |
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No fire can burn away, no time can wear away |
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And now they're about to be mine |
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There are moments you remember all your life |
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There are moments you wait for and dream of all your life |
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This is one of those moments |