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Our feet were marching to a perfect tune |
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We wandered in upon a room |
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The middle of the afternoon |
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We were surrounded by acacia trees |
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The water flowing past our knees |
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I love to come to days like these |
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Just yesterday I felt like you had left us here |
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I could not conjure up the sense that you were near |
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I know why I'm feeling |
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Suddenly full of light and I'm still reeling |
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I couldn't have guessed that I'd catch sight of you |
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I caught sight of you |
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Once I was riding on a sleeper train |
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Reading from a magazine, I was only seventeen |
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In walked a mother holding the hand of her little son |
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He was having so much fun, smiling up at everyone |
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I had been thinking life was not as good as I expected |
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But I was taken back by how much joy his eyes reflected |
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When joy is tired and jaded |
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When hope is mild and faded |
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In the water rushing over my feet |
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And in the eyes of a child reminding me |