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There is a beauty that can’t be bought,
but it is your birthright,
do you know what it is?
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What is it, Master?
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It is this rain falling onto the pond, making small circles.
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The Journey Home
The Journey Home
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There is a beauty that can’t be bought,
but it is your birthright,
do you know what it is?
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What is it, Master?
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It is this rain falling onto the pond, making small circles.
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