| Peace at the break of dawn, mist on the shore
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| Time is healing everything, time is standing still
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| A voice that is singing in my head
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| With the breeze, the waves, the sea
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| As we start to move as one
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| Down from the hills, into the forest
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| Walking on sand, into the water
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| I’ve been dreaming — islands on my mind
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| Down from the hills, into the forest
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| Walking on sand, into the water
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| I’ve been dreaming under a southern sky
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| Bright are the scented flowers, many shades of green
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| Water from the purest spring — man is finding wealth
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| Down by the clearing in glades of fern and palm
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| Invocations rising from servants of the Star
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| And walk with the breeze, the waves, the earth
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| As we move in unison
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| Down from the hills, into the forest
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| Walking on sand, into the water
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| I’ve been dreaming — islands on my mind
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| Down from the hills, into the forest
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| Walking on sand, into the water
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| I’ve been dreaming under a southern sky
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| All the seeds blowing further to the south
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| Continuity when all’s said and done
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| Down from the hills, into the forest
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| Walking on sand, into the water
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| I’ve been dreaming — islands on my mind
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| Down from the hills, into the forest
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| Walking on sand, into the water
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| I’ve been dreaming under a southern sky |