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The wheels of life keep turning,
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Spinning without control;
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The wheels of the heart keep yearning,
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For the sound of the singing soul.
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And nights are full with weeping,
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For sins of the past we've sown;
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But,tomorrow is ours for the keeping,
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Tomorrow the future's shown.
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Lift your eyes and see the glory,
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Where the circle of life is drawn;
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See the never-ending story,
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Come with me to the Gates of Dawn.
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And whose is the hand who raises
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The sun from the heaving sea?
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The power that ever amazes-
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We look, but never will see?
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Who scattered the seeds so life could be,
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Who coloured the fields of corn?
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Who formed the mould that made me - me,
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Before the world was born?
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Lift your eyes and see the glory,
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Where the circle of life is drawn;
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See the never-ending story,
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Come with me to the Gates of Dawn.
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Gates Of Dawn
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| secret garden |
