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Where The Answers Lie
Near the outskirts of heaven the mountains rise.
A peace fills my soul.
Blue fills the skies. In the pine grows a rose that has no thorns. She’s the prettiest flower; the hills, she adorns.
And
when no one can tell me the reasons why, There’s a place in the wildwood where the answers lie. Oh, when my mind’s full of questions it’s then that I fly To a place in the wildwood where the answers...lie.
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