Where we threw the stone
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The stream ran warm inside the sun
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Along the bank we walked
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So clear that day
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Worn by time, dust and weeds
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Light and dark fell through the leaves
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Where we sometimes laughed
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So full of light and morning mist
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We walked beneath the trees
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So clear that day
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Stark in winter, shadows black
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Still in my mind, no turning back
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(We sometimes laughed the day we threw the stone)
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[Chorus:]
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Forever changing
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Light and dark horizons
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Always turning, moving on
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Forever changing
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Near and far horizons
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And changes take the day
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Forever gone
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Where we sometimes were
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Our words still swirl all around
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Whispers come and go
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So clear that day
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Some tomorrow other words
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Blend with ours, their voices heard
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And sometimes we heard our words that swirl and dance around
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[Chorus]
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Forever Changing
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