(Paul Simon)
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Joseph's face was black as night
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The pale yellow moon shone in his eyes
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His path was marked
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By the stars in the Southern Hemisphere
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And he walked his days
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Under African skies
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This is the story of how we begin to remember
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This is the powerful pulsing of love in the vein
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After the dream of falling and calling your name out
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These are the roots of rhythm
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And the roots of rhythm remain
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In early memory
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Mission music
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Was ringing 'round my nursery door
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I said take this child, Lord
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From Tucson Arizona
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Give her the wings to fly through harmony
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And she won't bother you no more
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This is the story of how we begin to remember
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This is the powerful pulsing of love in the vein
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After the dream of falling and calling your name out
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These are the roots of rhythm
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And the roots of rhythm remain
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Joseph's face was black as night
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And the pale yellow moon shone in his eyes
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His path was marked
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By the stars in the Southern Hemisphere
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And he walked the length of his days
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Under African skies
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Under African Skies
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| Simon and Garfunkel |
