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And as the dragon rises |
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He stands so tall |
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Waiting for the daylight |
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To fly away |
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He'll never fall |
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Spreads his wings and flies away to Avalon |
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Guided by forgotten powers |
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He lifts up high |
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Into the dawn |
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Though some might feel |
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What no one knows: |
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The last of the dreams alive has left |
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Oh - his flame now fades |
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Oh - whithering away |
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Oh - daylight, night another day |
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Oh - alone so cold and alone so all alone |
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And as the flapping sound |
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Of majestic wings |
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Fades low |
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As dreams subside |
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within those left |
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Upon this crusty ball |
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The last one left. |
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He took with him |
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A warmin' spark |
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Of children's eyes |
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Now staying dark |
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With nothing to dream |
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Wave 'bye to him |
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The dreams have left |
