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                                                   ­   ( my ... own )

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Sittin where

The waters run down

                            ( down )

    ( down )

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seein the boy with the flute in his hand

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Oh yes softly the sound

Drifts on the wind

Till it's source it is found

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Mother

                      ( Empress               goddess of old )

I'm here again.                                                      

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Oh yes

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Holy

Holy

The mountains

That do surround

The source of the power

The love

To which we are       bound

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Seein the girl as she bathes in the stream ....

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