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A mirror image of a silver sky,nests of pines and brandy wines, build this country to the sky |
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Do you remember now, the oblivion of youthful minds,caught up in the fashions of their time... |
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Roll away, |
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I can see that clearly now, every time |
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I look into thismirror image of a silver sky,nests of pines and brandy wine, build this country to the sky |
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What would they say? |
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God is here in this country by the sky |
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A mirror image of a silver sky,nests of pines and brandy wines, build this country to the sky |
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Piecemeal of yesteryear,a stained glass moment marking time,with full intent on my 22 year old mind |
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Roll away, |
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I can see that clearly now,every time |
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I look into this mirror image of a silver sky,nests of pines and brandy wine, build this country to the sky |
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What would they say? |
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God is here in this country by the sky |
