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Tell me do you see those horses riding in my dreams |
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They say we were made rain rivers and streams |
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Harvest all your thoughts like fields of golden corn |
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In my hand I hold the pollen of the dawn |
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Walk Quietly |
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Walk Quietly |
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In the magic of the northern woods I learn |
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Lift your song up to the winds and watch it turn |
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I own nothing I own not even my soul |
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In the silence of the heart all things unfold |
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Hold your breath from all those voices that are dark |
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Look inside and hear that symphony of harps |
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If we tune them well the forest it will sing |
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Behold this song of many queens and kings |
