Love and maple syrup goes together
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Like the sticky winds of winter when they meet
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When lonely lovers come to rest
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Beneath the trees they do their best
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But still they can't be free
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Looking for the world to be
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Anything but what they see
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Longing to be understood
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By the heart that shapes the wood
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If you go into the forest, gaze up through the leaves
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And see the sky that's almost wild
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You must learn to understand
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What makes the forest greet the man
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Like a mother's only child
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In the north when when winter's claw
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Relaxes now to keep the laws of nature in control
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People come and stand in line
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To rob the forest of her wine
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But they don't feel the cold
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Looking for the world to be
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Anything but what they see
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Longing to be understood
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By the heart that shapes the wood
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Love and maple syrup goes together
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Like the sticky winds of winter when they meet
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When lonely lovers come to rest
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Beneath the trees they do their best
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But still they can't be free
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Love and maple syrup shine like
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Embers warm, like thoughts divine
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They tell us it is spring
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Love and maple syrup stir
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The thoughts of people into words
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Of songs that they can sing
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Looking for the world to be
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Anything but what they see
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Longing to be understood
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By the heart that shapes the wood
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Love & Maple Syrup
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| Gordon Lightfoot |
