[ Originally by Grateful Dead ]
If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine
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And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung
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Would you hear my voice come through the music?
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Would you hold it near as it were your own?
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It's a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken
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Perhaps they're better left unsung
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I don't know, don't really care
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Let there be songs to fill the air
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Ripple in still water
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When there is no pebble tossed
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Nor wind to blow
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Reach out your hand, if your cup be empty
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If your cup is full, may it be again
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Let it be known there is a fountain
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That was not made by the hands of men
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There is a road, no simple highway
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Between the dawn and the dark of night
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And if you go, no one may follow
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That path is for your steps alone
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Ripple in still water
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When there is no pebble tossed
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Nor wind to blow
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You who choose to lead must follow
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But if you fall you fall alone
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If you should stand then who's to guide you?
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If I knew the way I would take you home
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