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e|---------------------------------------------------------------| B|--3-3--3-3---3-3--3-3---3-3--3-3---1-1--1-1---1-1--1-1---------| G|--3-3--3-3---2-2--2-2---1-1--1-1---0-0--0-0---0-0--0-0---------| D|-5----5-----3----3-----3----3-----1----1-----1----1------------| A|---------------------------------------------------------------| E|---------------------------------------------------------------| e|---------------------------------------------------------------| B|-------------1-1--1-1--(3)(3)(3)(3)--(1)(1)(1)(1)--------------| G|--5-5--5-5---0-0--0-0---5--5--5--5----5--5--5--5---------------| D|--4-4--4-4--1----1------4--4--4--4----4--4--4--4---------------| A|-0-----0--------------0------0------0------0-------------------| E|---------------------------------------------------------------| e|--10-10--10-10---10-10--10-10----10-10---10-10--8-8--8-8--8-8--8-8--| B|--11-11--11-11---10-10--10-10----9--9----9--9---8-8--8-8--8-8--8-8--| G|-12-----12------10-----10------10------10------8----8----8----8-----| D|--------------------------------------------------------------------| A|--------------------------------------------------------------------| E|--------------------------------------------------------------------| e|--8-8--8-8---8-8--8-8-----------------------------------------------| B|--7-7--7-7---8-8--8-8-----------------------------------------------| G|--x-x--x-x--8----8--------------------------------------------------| D|-7----7----------------10-10---10-10---10-10---10-10----------------| A|-----------------------9--9----9--9----9--9----9--9-----------------| E|---------------------10------10------10------10---------------------| Every plant given life by his hands Every stone placed to build pathways in the sand There was a magical feeling surrounding that land A mystical feeling surrounding that land And I curled up on my mother with the fire blase My memories have fade on the haze But I can still smell the fynbos after a night's rain And the fairies and the magic The blossom from our grains And there's a child in the tree tops Is she still me? My heart opens as the swing drops I've got bruised on my knees And I look up into the ether The sunset and the breeze Nothing has made me quite as happy as my home among the trees