(Brooker)
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Rain is falling all around
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It seeps into the ground and it flows
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let it grow, let it grow
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Streams by water filled
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Feed rivers, turning mills and it grows
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let it flow, let it flow
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Raindrops are tears falling from Heaven
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I've seen the mist rise up from the Severn
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The chain is complete, the cycle not broken
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Teardrops are rain that say more than any words spoken
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Wheat and barleycorn
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by help of moisture born, our food
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Let it grow, let it grow
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Usk or the Wye, it doesn't bother me
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Sea, river, lake, as long as they're close and free
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Ask me why? Water's a part of me
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I'm even-tenths wet! Yes all but a third of me's Water
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Water {Severn, Usk and Wye are rivers in the south-west of England}
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Dark and thund'ry skies
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Cloud our eyes: that's how it goes
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Let it flow, let it flow
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Let it grow, Let it grow
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Let it flow, let it flow.
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The Cycle
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Gary Brooker |