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Oldfield |
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Man of storm! And child of cloud and sun! |
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Whose eyes that dare the dazzling light |
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Of the dying, dancing leaves |
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Confess with mine that love has bravely won! |
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Whose hands of gold fire my soul and loose bright streams of joy |
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That tease my tangled laughter free |
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Man unknown! Of strangers ways. |
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How still and richly spoken stands your image in my gaze. |
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How still and richly spoken stands your image in my gaze. |
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Man of storm! With eyes of thunder blue! |
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Take this gift I bring to you |
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Now the light is breaking through! |
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Before you came, my life was caught in chains, |
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And now I feel the sky fill my eyes, |
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And all the riches of the Earth are lying at my feet |
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Man unknown! It's love you bring! |
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You will always be here in every song I sing! |
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You will always be here in every song I sing! |
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Man of storm! |
