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Don’t worry about saving those songs!
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If because of your generosity and love
a few humans find their lives
What do you think will happen?
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Poems reach up like spindrift
And the edge of driftwood along the beach
Wanting
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And even if the whole world’s harps should burn up, there will still be hidden instruments
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And if one of our instruments breaks, it doesn’t matter
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Go my friend
Bestow your love
Even on your enemies
If you touch their hearts
What do you think will happen?
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If you pour an entire jar filled with joyous wine on the head of those already drunk what do you think will happen?
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If you pass your night and merge it with dawn for the sake of heart
What do you think will happen?
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If the entire world
Is covered with the blossoms you have labored to plant
What do you think will happen?
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This is how a human being can change:
There is a worm addicted to eating grape leaves
Suddenly he wakes up, call it grace… whatever, something wakes him up
And he’s no longer a worm.
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Stop the words now
Open the window to the center of your chest
And let the spirits fly in & out
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If you pass your night and merge it with dawn for the sake of heart
What do you think will happen?
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They derive from a slow and powerful root
That we can’t see
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So the candle flickers
And goes out
We have a piece of flint and a spark