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We were talking about how all the years go by, |
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People and places and the march of time, |
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Only memories can take us back there again; |
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Like the day on the boat, beneath a clear blue sky, |
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When out of the sea they came to jump and fly, |
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Now I understand why my friend said, "Dolphins make us cry;" ' |
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Cos this was pure joy the way they laughed and played, |
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Skipping and a-dancing through the ocean waves, |
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It was pure joy for all to see, |
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So why can't we, more often feel that joy of living? |
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And we were talking about how in the days gone by, |
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We would believe that all our dreams could fly, |
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But they fade away, like sunset out of the sky; |
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And I was there in a garden where the children play, |
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Hearing them singing on a summer's day, |
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Made me realise how soon we lose that innocence inside; ' |
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Cos this was pure joy the way they laughed and played, |
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Skipping and a-dancing on that sunny day, |
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It was pure joy for all to see, |
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So why can't we, more often feel that joy of living? (Pure joy, pure joy), |
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So why can't we, more often feel that joy of living? |
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Sheer joy of living, that joy of living: ' |
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Cos it was pure joy (the joy of living), |
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Pure joy (the joy of living), |
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It was pure joy (the joy of living), |
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Pure joy, that joy of living. |