Clear as ice, oh clear as ice
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Dripping down from a rock
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Spring will come and so will fall
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All my enemies have finally fled
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They¡¯ve finally fled and gone
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Take your pick, oh take your pick
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And dig into the earth
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You¡¯ll find a muted pearl its worth
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It will never self-disclose
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It¡¯s your job to dig and polish you know
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All the colors spin, all the colors spin
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Blackness from a pitcher pours
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Stars come blowing through the door
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Your eyes they mirror pools of ink
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Your heart and mind combine to drink
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From the puzzle¡¯s trough
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But the troubles can be solved
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Take jumps in wintry lakes
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Feel the water¡¯s skin and face
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Huddle up close nice and tight
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We might absorb enough moonlight
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Your kiss adorns a neighbor strange
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Who¡¯s one of us again, again
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The wind is blowing stars my friend
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The wind is blowing stars!
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Wind Is Blowing Stars
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| Laura Veirs |
