As gentle tides go rolling by,
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Along the salt sea strand
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The colours blend and roll as one
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Together in the sand.
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And often do the winds entwine
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Do send their distant call,
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The quiet joys of brotherhood,
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And love is lord of all.
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The oak and weed together rise,
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Along the common ground.
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The mare and stallion light and dark
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Have thunder in their sound.
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The rainbow sign, the blended flower
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Still have my heart in thrall.
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The quiet joys of brotherhood,
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And love is lord of all.
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But man has come to plough the tide,
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The oak lies on the ground.
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I hear their tires in the fields,
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They drive the stallion down.
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The roses bleed both light and dark,
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The running sands recall the time
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When love was lord of all.
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The Quiet Joys Of Brotherhood
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| Jefferson Starship |
