If we had but just one day
on which to be together,
how would we spend our time my love?
That would depend on whether
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He who has lived in a bed of roses
can never know the plight
of all the things that can make life hell
or how it is to fight
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When the sun comes up on the Eastern shore
and the sky becomes bright pink
I'm in awe and then I think
the luckiest person am I.
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Who lives across the ocean?
Who lives across the sea?
Is it someone who's wondering
just like me?
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Dewdrops on the sweet grass
sparkling in the sun,
every little droplet,
every last one
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Do you think that you can be
something other than what you see?
For seeing is believing they say
and so I'll skip the mirror today.
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I walked the cemetary grounds and saw
the names engraved on stones.
I knew underneath the dark green grass
lay old and brittle bones.
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In this universe so vast and wide
why do we humans run and hide
from the fact that there just might be
other beings different than we?
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Blow ye winds o'er the seas below.
See what you can conjure up as you blow
White foamy sprays,
wetness of haze
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Oh the beautiful snow white sand
is now under attack.
It lay pristine and smoothly clean.
When will it e'er come back?
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