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there is a time for flying like an eagle |
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there is a time for falling like a stone |
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but if you stop dead |
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take a look around |
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maybe you'll watch the seasons flow |
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and then you'll finally know |
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as the atmosphere rolls away |
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though appearances stay the same |
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you can't fly twice in the same patch of sky |
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you won't find rest till you're ready to change |
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there is a time for walking on the water |
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there is a time for drifting out to sea |
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but if you stop dead |
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take a look around |
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one day you'll find you're back on land |
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and then you'll understand |
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as the atmosphere rolls away |
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though appearances stay the same |
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you can't fly twice in the same patch of sky |
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you won't find rest till you're ready to change |
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one day you'll find you're back on land |
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and then you'll understand |
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as the atmosphere rolls away |
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though appearances stay the same |
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you can't fly twice in the same patch of sky |
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you won't find rest till you're ready to change |
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it's over my head |
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it's over my head |
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but if you stop dead |
