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In my most hopeless days, |
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Lost in pitch black caves, |
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There's waterfalls |
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And dripping stone walls. |
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It's so perfect and amazing. |
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So you may only naively believe |
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There's waterfalls and all perspectives |
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And when you see the light |
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Or go for walks at night |
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There's waterfalls, but you can stay dry |
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In the Universe, |
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Or in the death and birth, |
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I always wonder at each, my mother |
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And right before I die, |
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Or start to tell a lie, |
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There is a spark drowned out. |
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In my heart's hiding place, |
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There is a moonlit lake, |
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And there are waterfalls on the way down there. |
