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The river carries every drop to sea
The wildflower gives its colors to the bee
So I open up my palms and let it be
Every grain of what I love is part of me
The morning sun will kiss the mountain snow
The wind will move the leaves from tree to tree
The things we love are ours until they go
The only truth is what we feel and see
We are never owners of the things we see
They all pass along like birds on the wing
What we keep is not the gold or the sea
It's the song that we remember how to sing
The river carries every drop to sea
The wildflower gives its colors to the bee
I won't pretend my hands can make it stay
I just thank the sun for giving me this day
The river carries every drop to sea
The wildflower gives its colors to the bee
So I open up my palms and let it be
Every grain of what I love is part of me
We are never owners of the things we see
They all pass along like birds on the wing
What we keep is not the gold or the sea
It's the song that we remember how to sing
The river carries every drop to sea
The wildflower gives its colors to the bee
I won't pretend my hands can make it stay
I just thank the sun for giving me this day
The river carries every drop to sea
The wildflower gives its colors to the bee
So I open up my palms and let it be
Every grain of what I love is part of me