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Clouds descend on grass grown wild |
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Tall and grand, lush in hand |
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They bend in air as man in prayer |
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I'm weaving through, trying to get to you |
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I'm running past birds of dawn |
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They sing like heaven, they're leading on |
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Yet I don't see slow motioned wings |
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Like gold in sun, how it could be won |
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White as snow silk-feathered doves |
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Eternal glow, they easily know |
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That life is grand in all its shapes |
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Whether it gives, whether it takes |
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That I am you, you are me |
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Loving grace can set us free |
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From sprinting far, above, beyond |
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Being our own strong magic wand |
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I’m pushing through, though knowing this |
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Thinking it all falls behind the next abyss |
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I’ll get there soon and dwell there some |
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Til it’s time for the next cloud to come |
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