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Don't judge harshly
that which the soul
pours forth in its own discovery!
If I had the hands of time
If I had a twist of fate
If I had a bucket of rain
Could I make something dead grow again?
If I could just breathe in and out like the ocean,
If my mind would reach out like a highway,
If my eyes were as open as the skies,
Would my heart unfold and reach out again?
All alone, alone, I will find my way
From night til dawn from light til it’s gone,
I will find my way
I will live another day.
If I could have a love that feels like Sunday
If I could dig my toes into the sand
If all the clocks would turn their faces
Then I might be able to take you by the hand.
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