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When the mountain touches the valley |
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All the clouds are taught to fly |
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As our souls will leave this land most peacefully |
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Though our minds be filled with questions |
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In our hearts, we'll understand |
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When the river meets the sea |
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Like a flower that has blossomed |
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In dry and barren sand |
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We are born and born again most gracefully |
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Plus the winds of time will take us |
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With a sure and steady hand |
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When the river meets the sea |
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Patience, my brothers and patience, my son |
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In that sweet and final hour |
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Truth and justice will be done |
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Like a baby when it is sleeping |
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In its loving mother's arms |
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What a newborn baby dreams, is a mystery |
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But his life will find a purpose |
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And in time, he'll understand |
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When the river meets the sea |
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When the river meets the almighty sea |