Be - Jonathan Livingston Seagull

Be - Neil Diamond - from Jonathan Livingston Seagull
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This is a modified and simplified easy version for a novice
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 Lost, On a painted sky, Where the clouds are hung, For the poet s eye
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    You may find him,          If you may find him
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 There, On a distant shore, By the wings of dreams, Through an open door
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    You may know him,          If you may
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 Be, As a page that aches for a word, Which speaks on a theme that is timeless
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 And the one God will make for your day
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 Sing, As a song in search of a voice that is silent
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 And the Sun God will make for your way
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And we dance, To a whispered voice, Overheard by the soul, Undertook by the heart
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   And you may know it,        If you may know it
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 While the sand, wood become the stone, Which begat the spark turn to living bone
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    Holy, holy,        Sanctus, Sanc-tu
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 Be, As a page that aches for a word, Which speaks on a theme that is timeless
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 And the one God will make for your day
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 Sing, As a song in search of a voice that is silent
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 And the one God will make for your way
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110 BPM