A tree with no leaves, clothed in wood
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cracks the vacant sky with its jagged paths
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its waiting and anticipating
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the moment when spring reveals itself
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and the tree will remember what its like to be beautiful
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Let us sing of this greatness
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can you feel the vibrations?
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let us throw our words and feel the sensations
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can you feel the sensations?
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let us create our art
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let us perform our lives
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let us be your destiny
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And your eyes, the honest lands horizon
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littered with nothing but life
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is a contrast of vacant and occupied space
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Let us sing of this greatness
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can you feel the vibrations?
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let us throw our words and feel the sensations
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can you feel the sensations?
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let us create our art
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let us perform our lives
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let us be your destiny
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And your eyes, what is up from this ground will always be pure
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and we shall not hear nor speak nor see a false truth
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we shall not hear nor speak nor see a false truth
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we shall not hear nor speak nor see a false
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Let us sing of this greatness
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can you feel the vibrations?
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let us throw our words and feel the sensations
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can you feel the sensations?
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let us create our art
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let us perform our lives
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let us be your destiny
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and your eyes.
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Let Us
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| Yesterdays Rising |
