I'm bound by the fire
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I'm bound by the beauty
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I'm bound by desire
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I'm bound by the duty
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I'm coming back in 500 years
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and the first thing I'm gonna do
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when I get back here
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is to see these things I love
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and they'd better be here
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first I'm going to find a forest
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and stand there in the trees
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and kiss the fragrant forest floor
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and lie down in the leaves
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and listen to the birds sing
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the sweetest sound you'll ever hear
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and everything the dappled
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everything the birds
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everything the earthness
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everything the verdant
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the verdant green
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I'm bound by the fire...
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then I'm going to find an open field
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and lie down in the flowers
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and then I'm going to find a guitar
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and play play play for hours
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and then I'm going to find a river
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to see what kind of body in
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and everything the granite
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everything the kiss
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everything the earthness
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everything the verdant
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the verdant dream
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I'm bound by the beauty
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I'm bound by desire
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I'm bound to keep returning
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I'm bound by the beauty of the light
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the slightest change
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the constant rearrange
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of light upon the land
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I'm bound by the beauty of the wind
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that blows across the earth
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the unfetteredness the wheatness
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and through the flying hair
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the slowness of the falling leaves
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across this warm November door
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and the geese the flying southness
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the arms out evermore
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I'm bound by the snow
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the soft the fallingness
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the everupward face...
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the everupward face...
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bound by the sunsets
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the rivers
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the music
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the beauty...
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Bound By The Beauty
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| Jane Siberry |
