I would like to write a song
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That is so vibrant and so intimate
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That the earth would adopt it
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As if it had sprung like the stream
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From the land's memory
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As if no one had written it but life itself
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And my song would travel along
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From bird to wing, to tree
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To breeze to heart to breath to song
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Because a song belongs to everyone
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Like the spring
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A SONG
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| Vangelis |
