(Denver/Henry)
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A heritage of vision was given to us all to smell the rose's fragrance, to hear the songbird's call.
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To watch the distant moonlight fill the coming of the tides,
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to understand that life is more than always choosing sides.
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And some have seen what can be seen of sailing ships and kings.
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And some are given feet of clay and some are given wings.
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Some must struggle just to breathe, some have a golden spoon.
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And some will never leave the nest while some walk on the moon.
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And don't you know the life that lives within the silent hills
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is just as rich and beautiful and just as unfulfilled.
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As man with all his intellect, his reason and his choice,
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oh, who's to say the nightingale has any less a voice.
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The silver dolphins twist and dance and sing to one another,
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the cosmic ocean knows no bounds for all that live are brothers.
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The whippoorwill, the grizzly bear, the elephant, the whale,
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all children of the universe, all weavers of the tale.
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So palomino, lie back down and dream yourself to sleep.
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The hawk flies with the morning dove, the lion with the sheep.
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As far away as you may go, we'll never be apart.
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It's in your dreams that you will know the seasons of the heart.
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Children Of The Universe
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| John Denver |
