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[ti:Stream] |
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[ar:Meg Baird] |
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[al:Seasons On Earth] |
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Poured my feet into this stream |
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And I feel poison |
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I want to take it up and hold it, hold it all |
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So that no one would ever feel poison again |
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If dreams can blow away |
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If we can lose our dearest days |
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Will I ever know why you should want to hold... |
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Poured my feet into this stream |
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And I feel goodness, gladness all around |
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And I want it to go |
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Cuz out of this ground something good must come |
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If a beast can trample lovers down |
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Must I pick up every broken bough |
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If each season looks to its last |
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Drifts beneath these lazy laughs |
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Oh but I still love |
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All the things that I've ever loved |
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