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Daphne in the wood, you'll become the wood |
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Fire in his eye has gone and fueled your flight so high |
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Over the river rocks, the wind will carry thee |
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Call on nature now, for she'll keep you safe |
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From your own beauty |
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A heavy numbness seizes her into bark |
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Feet so swift to root, arm to branch and hair to leaf |
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Woman to tree |
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A heavy numbness seizes her into bark |
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Feet so swift to root, arm to branch and hair to leaf |
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Woman to tree |
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And in the end it's the difference of the spirit and the matter |
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It's the difference of the lover and the flyer |
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Don't it make you want to cry? |
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It's nothing less, nothing less between the worldly |
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And the one self |
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All this breathing and the truth that's in your last breath |
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Don't it make you want to cry? |
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So fly, fly and we'll wear you like a leaf crown |
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Fly cause your truth is in the solid ground |
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Fly |
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Yeah, fly, fly and we'll wear you like a leaf crown |
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Fly cause your truth is in the solid ground |
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Fly |
