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The thunder
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from the other side of the river
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And a rush of wind sends leaves and wings
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To scatter
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And people run for cover
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As though the rainwater
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will melt their ruffled feathers
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Aimlessly she meanders
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Taking shelter
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From the rain that pours
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Into a high end store
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Which at first she ignores
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Before she recognizes
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The shapes colors and sizes
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Of stones from her own homeland
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She crouches to read the caption written by hand
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'Healing rock'
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and stands in shock
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as seeing the price tag
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Twenty times higher than her leather bag
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She looks around
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And realizes she is surrounded by pieces
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Of her childhood
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From furniture to books
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She had taken for granted
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And now commercialized
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And tainted
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A ceremonial shawl
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Much like her mother wore
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Makes her heart sore
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To see it is no more
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But remade to be a bedspread
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She shakes her head
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Then her eyes rest
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On photograph perched on top of a wooden chest
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'sacred skies' it read
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of the stars she'd known shining
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from east to west
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for the first time she sees
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the leaves
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she found what she'd missed
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and kissed her light filled city
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goodbye.
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There's a place next to the fire
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So look up
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Feel the sun shining on your spirit
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That you bring
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And the stars that guide you
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Into the higher ground
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Say goodbye
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One day they'll fall from the sky
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When it holds the dreams
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that you and i
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Have all been wishin
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When you need that fire
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So look up
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Feel the sun shining on your spirit
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That you bring
|
And the stars that guide you
|
Into the higher ground
|
Say goodbye
|
One day they'll fall from the sky
|
When it calls the dreams
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that you and i
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Have all been wishin
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When you feel that fire!
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Home.
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It seems she left so long ago
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Stepping out to taste the night
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Alone
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She sighs in sadness
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At the lack of insight
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That everything she needed
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Was right there.
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Trying to shed old skin
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For the new one is too thin
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Racing towards an unforeseen future
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Blindly rejecting the old culture
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The foundation is like quicksand
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Trying to find some ground to stand
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With nowhere to turn to but up
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She searches the sky
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Until her eyes stop
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On one star
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No bigger than a drop
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Amongst the millions
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There's no difference
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But she senses her soul reflected
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And her spirit so long deflated
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Begins to fill with the light she had waited for
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The gate opens to flood her emotions
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And saturate with the stars she thought had faded.
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There's a place next to the fire
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So look up
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Feel the sun shining on your spirit
|
That you bring
|
And the stars that guide you
|
Into the higher ground
|
Say goodbye
|
One day they'll fall from the sky
|
When it holds the dreams
|
that you and i
|
Have all been wishin
|
When you need that fire
|
So look up
|
Feel the sun shining on your spirit
|
That you bring
|
And the stars that guide you
|
Into the higher ground
|
Say goodbye
|
One day they'll fall from the sky
|
When it calls the dreams
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that you and i
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Have all been wishin
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When you feed that fire!
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Star Suite III. North Star
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MONDO GROSSO |