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See the birds unfolding on the tress |
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See them blossom into leaves |
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Wise men know someone above has made it so |
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See the daffodil and crocus there |
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As they bow their heads in prayer |
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For they know someone above has made it so |
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When the raindrops fall, the flowers grow |
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And the rivers kiss the sea |
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But there'd be no rain, no river flow |
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If there live the fools like me |
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Man can build his city, plan his yard |
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Paint a picture called an art |
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But I know someone above has made it so |
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When the raindrops fall, the flowers grow |
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And the rivers kiss the sea |
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But there'd be no rain, no river flow |
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If there live the fools like me |
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I know someone above has made it so |
