Creation
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Creation
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Saturday morning, I went out for a walk
I wanted to get away from societies stress and noice
And suddenly I sensed this feeling so different from the rest
Suddenly I saw you standing there and you were smiling
You are the air I breathe, The power that makes the flowers grow
You are in all I see, creation, creation
So many things in life want's to drag me down
Wanna make me loose all hope, and doubt all kinds of things
But if I lift my eyes above it, I see what you have done
Suddenly I see you standing there, and you're smiling
You are the air I breathe, The power that makes the flowers grow
You are in all I see, creation, creation is a praise
You are the air I breathe and the power that makes all the flowers grow and
You are in all I see, creation, creation is a praise
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