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You are the bows from which |
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Your children as living arrows are sent forth |
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The archer sees his mark |
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Let your bending be without fear |
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You may give them your love, but not your thoughts |
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You may house their bodies, not their souls |
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They dwell in the house of tomorrow |
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Standing so far you'll never visit |
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For life goes not backward |
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Nor tarries with yesterday |
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Rain clouds of grey |
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Gather slow behind your eyes |
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Child of today |
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Don't forget to sail the skies |
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All things are in colours |
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Tunes of different age |
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Softer message from life's flower |
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Hills of long gone yesterdays |
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Distant hands in foreign lands |
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Rhythm remains unbroken |
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All unseen from where we stand |
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Mind vibration |
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Child Migration |
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Dreams are the blossom |
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Of your courage it is said |
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That truths long forgotten |
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Echoes lost within our heads |
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All things are in colours |
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Tunes of different age |
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Softer message from life's flower |
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Hills of long gone yesterdays |
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Distant hands in foreign lands |
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Rhythm remains unbroken |
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All unseen from where we stand |
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Mind vibration |
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Child Migration |
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Rain clouds of grey |
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Gather slow behind your eyes |
|
Child of today |
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Don't forget to sail the skies |
|
All things are in colours |
|
Tunes of different age |
|
Softer message from life's flower |
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Hills of long gone yesterdays |
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Distant hands in foreign lands |
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Rhythm remains unbroken |
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All unseen from where we stand |
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Mind vibration |
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Child Migration |
