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There's a voice in her wind |
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There's a breeze through her hair |
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Like an invisible touch |
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Like the words in a song |
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From a message between |
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Al the lines in the books that she reads |
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As she rests by the bank |
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Of her river of faith |
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In her own magic field in the sun |
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And she swims with the tide |
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Needs no race against time |
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Needs no clouds to release all her rain |
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There are words on her lips |
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But they're sealed by the thoughts |
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In her own cosmic mind when she |
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Sails down her river |
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Winter or fall |
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Time doesn't matter |
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Seasons recall |
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When she danced in the moonlight |
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A mesmerized night |
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She found her dimensions |
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Inside of the pure and the real |
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In the heart of her own magic field |
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In the heart of her own magic field |
