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Heavens turn around the river still flows,
spirit keeps going, nobody knows.
Words that are written and melody's played,
as the years turn their pages, it all start to fade.
Oceans still move with the moon and the sky,
the grass still grows on the hillside.
Got to believe in believing,
got to believe in a dream,
freedom is ever deceiving,
never turning out to be what it seems.