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The sands collect the signs of the ocean |
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The winds hold sway to swell the motion |
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The breeze that breathes upon the skin |
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The leaves that leave yet only a skein |
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Along, within, and through the years |
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As stray as they never knew the way |
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Allay the doubt, subdue the fear |
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Afraid they never knew your name |
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These seven years are not so long |
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But long enough for what has come |
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Or may have gathered at your seat |
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Or might have blossomed at our feet |
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Along, within, and through the years |
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As stray as they never knew the way |
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Allay the doubt, subdue the fear |
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Afraid they never knew your name |
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I gather at the heels in one more stand |
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Briars at the feet, flower in hand |
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The delicate world that wrapped around |
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The disparate soul that it surrounds |
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Along, within, and through the years |
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As stray as they never knew the way |
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Allay the doubt, subdue the fear |
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Afraid they never knew your name |
