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In the sky the phantom moon appears at midday |
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To join the sun in some forgotten dance |
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In their light our voices tremble with reflections |
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Of what we know and what we leave to chance |
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The heart can see beyond the sun |
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Beyond the turning moon |
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And as we look |
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The heart will teach us |
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All we need to learn |
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We have dreams, we hold them to the light like diamonds |
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Stones of the moon and splinters of the sun |
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Some we keep to light the dark nights on our journey |
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And shine beyond the days that we have won |
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The heart can see beyond our prayers |
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Beyond our fondest schemes |
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And tell us which are made for fools |
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And which are wise men's dreams |
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Trust your heart |
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Trust your heart |