Run a silent path to nowhere
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everything is all
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You could have a pleasant life
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if Summer had no Fall
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Treat yourself so gently
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though the task is often hard
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Man is not a God it seems
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who holds the final card
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Close your eyes
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and feel the darkness
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speak and hear the sound
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We only catch a glimpse
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of all the life that is around
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The man is not alive
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who knows the value of his soul
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And when our lives
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are pulled away
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there's more to fill the hole
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I wonder what you'd think
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if all the changes didn't come
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For growing old is only
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going back to where you're from
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<Interlude>
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Far beyond our senseless
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thoughts there lies
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a core of gold
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Where essence of the
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newborn child
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is waiting in the old
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The Master Plan
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is well conceived
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it's there for all to see
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And each day
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that is spent in thought
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is living harmony
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Reach into the depths of being
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pass beyond the years
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Time is lost in stillness
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where there are no hopes
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and fears
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Linger in the void
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and like a beacon in the night
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Purity will fill your soul
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with ever present light
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Everything you've seen
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is waiting patiently within
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For growing old is only
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going back to where you've been
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sh that I could talk to you
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Be with you somehow
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I know you're in a better place
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And you know I can see your face
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I know you're smiling down on me
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Saying everything's okay
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I wish that I could hold you now
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I wish that I could
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touch you now
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Incomudro-Hymn to the Atman
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Kansas |