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Farewell, now, my sister |
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Up ahead there lies your road |
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And your conscience walks beside you |
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It's the best friend you'll ever know |
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And the past is now your future |
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It bears witness to your soul |
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Make sure that the love you offer up |
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Does not fall on barren soil |
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For the wind cries of late |
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In the whispering grass |
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Our way of life is held |
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In the spinning wheels of chance |
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I believe in a way of long ago |
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And the sounds I believe rose our glow |
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And we're changing our ways |
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Yes, we are taking on different roads |
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Tell me more about the forest |
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That you once called home |
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For the wind cries of late |
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In the whispering leaves |
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And the sun will turn to waste |
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The heavens we build above |
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Father, teach your children |
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To treat our mother well |
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If we give her back her diamonds |
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She will offer up her pearl |
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We must sing her creation song |
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Jeune du monde |
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Invoke the spirits that feed us |
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This dreaming takes too long |
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But I'm not bitter, no, I'm surviving |
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To face the world, to raise the future |
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So why don't you tell me, come on and tell me |
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About the world you left behind |
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Can you tell me? |
