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Seeds Of Diversity

We are the children of flowers One morning I woke up from a beautiful dream in which I heard a song that was sung to me by people who lived on the water in a wonderful place. It went like this: We are the children the children of flowers flowers from a special seed They fell out of heaven down to the ground and we were born from the sound the sound Yes we were born from the sound. Don't you remember my sisters and brothers the place from where we came? Dont you remember our spiritual name Is we are all the same the same Yes, we are all the same.