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There was a sacred lady soul inspired who felt |
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That every child should know how to love |
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So daily laid a trail of light |
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That clearly followed close |
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Yet no one really understood |
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That you, you loved the most |
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Learning to love, learning to love again |
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Learning to love yourself |
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Know that the wheels are turning round |
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To show you every step |
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We dance around the living tree |
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And love is what we get |
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Learning to dance, learning to dance again |
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Learning to dance again |
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There was a sacred man who sailed the seven lives |
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He would ask this question, always on his mind |
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He would sing for secret wording, searching for the words to say |
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Sing at the perfect meeting part of life being everywhere |
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Living in the living tree |
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Living in the learning |
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Living in the living tree |
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Living in the learning |
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In the pages that you sing your song again |
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You will write yourself a lie |
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In the book that comes with every tale |
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You will realize. |
