There was a sacred lady soul inspired who felt
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That every child should know how to love
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So daily laid a trail of light
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That clearly followed close
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Yet no one really understood
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That you, you loved the most
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Learning to love, learning to love again
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Learning to love yourself
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Know that the wheels are turning round
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To show you every step
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We dance around the living tree
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And love is what we get
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Learning to dance, learning to dance again
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Learning to dance again
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There was a sacred man who sailed the seven lives
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He would ask this question, always on his mind
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He would sing for secret wording, searching for the words to say
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Sing at the perfect meeting, part of life being everywhere
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Living in the living tree
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Living in the learning
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Living in the living tree
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Living in the learning
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In the pages that you sing your song again
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You will write yourself a life
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In the book that comes with every tale
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You will realize
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Living Tree Part 1
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