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If you take me from my land |
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You leave me with no soul, I am like a tree |
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Everything I am is rooted in the soil |
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Or I am just a stick to burn |
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I see you my brother |
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In your desert shining |
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With your hand of gentle welcome |
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You're looking for my sense of humour |
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I wonder how you do it |
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Carryin' a heavy load |
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And I am proud to know you |
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The Keeper of the Stones |
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Elder of your tribe |
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The truth is turning slowly |
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I feel it in my bones |
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Rising on a beautiful day |
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I see it in your knuckles |
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I see it in your eyes |
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You have been as low as you can go |
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It makes me happy brother |
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To see how well you're travelling |
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You've risen from the ashes, yeah |
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Soon you'll be a poppy, standing on your own |
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They'll try to bring you down when you're tall |
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But you have the power given in the stones |
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Your victory belongs to us all |
