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when these mountains were the seashore |
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when this desert was the ocean floor |
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we would swim beneath the star filled sky |
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we were lovely fish alone in the night |
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before the cities met the heavens |
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i mean way, way, way back before then |
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we would sing as if it were a prayer |
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we were lovely fish who dreamed to dare |
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before clocks kept track of the time |
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when day lead gracefully into the night |
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before two fish who dreamed to fly |
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created their sadness and new reasons to cry |
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when these mountains were the seashore |
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when this desert was the ocean floor |
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you and i were not born yet |
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it's too long ago now even to forget |
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when the blue sky found it's courage |
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to love and raise and nourish |
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back when life was simply meant to be |
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our love and care alone in the sea |
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before clocks kept track of the time |
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when day lead gracefully into the night |
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before two fish that dreamed to fly |
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got suspicious of a miracle |
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and asked themselves why |
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when we looked up through the water |
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at time and space and wondered |
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what it might be like to live up there |
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to leave our fins and gills for the air |
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before clocks kept track of the time |
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before the poems began to rhyme |
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before two simple fish that learned to cry |
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got suspicious of their love and asked each other why |
