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Rain is falling all around |
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It seeps into the ground and it flows |
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let it grow, let it grow |
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Streams by water filled |
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Feed rivers, turning mills and it grows |
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let it flow, let it flow |
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Raindrops are tears falling from Heaven |
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I've seen the mist rise up from the Severn |
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The chain is complete, the cycle not broken |
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Teardrops are rain that say more than any words spoken |
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Wheat and barleycorn |
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by help of moisture born, our food |
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Let it grow, let it grow |
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Usk or the Wye, it doesn't bother me |
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Sea, river, lake, as long as they're close and free |
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Ask me why? Water's a part of me |
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I'm even-tenths wet! Yes all but a third of me's Water |
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Water {Severn, Usk and Wye are rivers in the south-west of England} |
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Dark and thund'ry skies |
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Cloud our eyes: that's how it goes |
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Let it flow, let it flow |
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Let it grow, Let it grow |
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Let it flow, let it flow |