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The Pedlar arrived on a cold day |
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With no one to call on and no one to stay |
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Considered the dream that may become |
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To stand on the bridge until his body felt numb |
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Cause everywhere |
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People swarm it's hard to frame(? not sure?) you (or new?) |
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Till the stranger approached him |
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And his dream came true |
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The Pedlar decided it was deja vu |
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The Stranger was shocked and said ' |
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I feel like |
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I know you' |
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And everywhere |
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Roses grow? |
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Spend their time? |
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You wonder if the vultures approve |
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You look at them, looking at you |
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And rainy days when the sky looks blue |
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You're at the window changing the view |
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But your luck is gonna turn |
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The turn is gonna come |
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And soon you'll be a saint to someone |
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The Pedlar departed on the third night |
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He thought of the |
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Stranger as he walked in the moonlight |
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He savored the touch of the unknown |
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Thinking too much on the way back home |
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And everywhere shadows moved across the landscape |
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His heart? what the |
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Stranger had told him'? from your failed dream |
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Go gather the stream and begin to dig |
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And everywhere |
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People go to gossip and greed now |
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Be careful where all the trinkets are free now |
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If that's the way you live and die |
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No children here exporting the crime |
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A rainy day is as warm inside//not sure about these// |
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In the cottage where the spirit resides //not sure about these////not sure about these// |
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You used to light your candles in wait //not sure about these// |
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Now look at you you're making you're way |