(Anderson/Bruford/Howe/Squire)
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A man conceived a moment's answers to the dream.
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Staying the flowers daily, sensing all the themes.
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As a foundation left to create the spiral aim,
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A movement regained and regarded both the same,
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All complete in the sight of seeds of life with you.
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Changed only for a sight of sound, the space agreed.
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Between the picture of time behind the face of need,
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Coming quickly to terms of all expression laid,
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Emotion revealed as the ocean maid,
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All complete in the sight of seeds of life with you.
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Oh.
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Coins and crosses
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Turn round tailor, assaulting
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Never know their fruitless worth;
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all the mornings of the interest shown,
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presenting one another to the cord,
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cords are broken,
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All left dying, rediscovered
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Of the door that turned round,
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locked inside the mother earth.
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To close the cover, all the
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interest shown,
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They won't hide, hold, they won't tell you,
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To turn one another, to the
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sign at the time float your climb.
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watching the world, watching all of the world,
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watching us go by.
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And you and I climb over the sea to the valley,
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And you and I reached out for reasons to call.
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And You And I I: Cord Of Life
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| Yes |
