If you would stop and notice that we number every day
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But allow the many moments left uncounted slip away
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You don't have to count them, just enjoy them one by one
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Then things would take a different hue and sparkle in the sun
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The winds would lift you up into the sky
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The wsinds would lift you up into the sky above
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Where you would see a trail of treasured memories you love
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A rainbow record of the thoughts and moments you've enjoyed
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Arcs behind the earth as spectral colors in the void
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In the void
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Scents and subtle sounds
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Scents And Subtle Sounds
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Phish |