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Born to open for mankind nature's door |
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A life known by a few |
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And those who knew that shared |
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Their knowledge fewer cared about what plants could do |
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For most felt it was mad to conceive |
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That plants thought, felt, and moved quite like we |
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But with instruments |
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Bose would devise |
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Would take science itself by a surprise, so |
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On we go to where who knows |
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To a place where there's still non-believers |
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What will it take for heaven sakes |
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For those who find what's real too hard to believe in |
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It's that same old story again |
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Born of slaves who died too soon to realize |
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The need his life would be |
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Selflessly he gave |
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His wisdom to a way where first no minds would see |
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He said, "If farm land was to be richWe must plant crops to replenish it" |
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But it took him persuasion and tests |
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To convince them |
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Canver's way was best, so |
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On we go to where who knows |
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To a place where there's still non-believers |
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What will it take for heaven sakes |
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For those who find what's real too hard to believe in |
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It's that same old story again |
