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License to LiveWell, it's turning Spring, and birds on the wingare catching a warm wind northmy best neighbors are red breasts, who gather their neststhis time ev'ry year by my porchthey sure love that April weathersunrise feels good on their feathersthey dive and soar like each cloud is a cliffand their dance in the sky is a license to livethere's a stream out back, of my mountain shackthat's starting to trickle and flowfor months it remains, under ice in chainstill the sun's golden key lets it gothat old stream will keep on runningit don't care that soon Fall is comingall things must fade, that's just how it isbut each dawn we have is a license to livewhether a bird on the breezeor a creek down a hillev'ry heart feels at easewhen it goes where it willsand for all things the Good Lord givesI've learned freedom is a license to live(c)2004 Robert George