Will the wind that scatters dust
Reveal its secrets, speak to us
Of many things
In the morning when she comes
The bird awakes you with her song
She?ll beat her wings, she will rise again
And ride a perfect high
And find a sweet seed growing
And never know why she sees anything

One more inch, no more reason
Go without you even yet and
Death you sing
Pass it by when one?s discovered
Time to stop wasting time
What will you bring?
You will rise again
And ride a perfect high
And find a sweet seed growing
And never know why you hear anything

Bless the sunlight
Grab this day to make you over
Save the bullet
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