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I live in the hills |
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You live in the valleys |
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And all that you know |
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Are these blackbirds |
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You rise every morning |
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Wondering what in the world |
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Will the world bring today |
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Will it bring you joy or will it take it away? |
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And every step you take is guided by |
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The love of the light upon the land |
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And the blackbird's cry |
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You will walk in good company |
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The valley is dark |
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The burgeoning holding |
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The stillness obscured by their judging |
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You walk through the shadows |
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Uncertain and surely hurting |
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Deserted by the blackbirds |
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And the staccato of the staff |
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And though you trust the light |
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Towards which you wend your way |
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Sometimes you feel all that you wanted |
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Has been taken away |
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You will walk in good company |
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I love the best of you |
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You love the best of me |
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Though it is not always easy |
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Lovely? Lonely? |
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We will walk in good company |
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The shepherd upright and flowing |
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You see... |
