(Anderson/Howe)
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The time between the notes relates the color to the scenes.
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A constant vogue of triumphs dislocate man, it seems.
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And space between the focus shape ascend knowledge of love.
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As song and chance develop time, lost social temp'rance rules above.
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Ah, ah.
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Then according to the man who showed his outstretched arm to space,
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He turned around and pointed, revealing all the human race.
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I shook my head and smiled a whisper, knowing all about the place.
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On the hill we viewed the silence of the valley,
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Called to witness cycles only of the past.
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And we reach all this with movements in between the said remark.
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Close to the edge, down by the river.
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Down at the end, round by the corner.
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Seasons will pass you by,
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Now that it's all over and done,
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Called to the seed, right to the sun.
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Now that you find, now that you're whole.
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Seasons will pass you by,
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I get up, I get down.
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I get up, I get down.
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I get up, I get down.
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I get up.
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Close To The Edge IV: Seasons Of Man
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