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Well i try to close my eyes, clear my mind, and just listen to the wildflowers grow
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Such whispers on the breeze, they don't come easy now, over all this noise
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Spent my youth among the pines, they used to sing a tune so fine
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And the wind, moved like an echo, carrying their voices
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I saw it in a dream, monuments of trees, as the air we breath turned our lungs to dust
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And the redwood so tall, and all their aw, began to rust
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With no bend and sway at all, that ancient dance was lost
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And the wind, moved like an echo, with a sigh in every guss
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Well some day i hope to find, that land of funny wine
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Where the coffee grows on the wide oak trees
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And those sugar coated mountaints, in the spring begin
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To melt, to sweetest stream
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Reached night, the starlight and the sea
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Together form eternity, and the wind moves like an echo
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As the world drops all, to sleep