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Onward and over the seasons turn |
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I'm not letting you go, |
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I'm not ready to go |
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Stay until the mourning shows |
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After all the people go I won't deny |
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When you leave the winter rushes in |
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Through the holes in the sky |
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Like lonely islands |
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Onward and over the seasons turn |
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I'm not letting you go, |
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I'm not ready to go |
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Former and future; it all will merge |
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I'm not letting you go, |
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I'm not ready to go |
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So you're making plans |
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I've studied all the maps you've pinned up |
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On the clothesline |
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But they're only temporary trails |
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Borders will change waters will rise |
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Leaving lonely islands |
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Former and future; it all will merge |
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I'm not letting you go, |
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I'm not ready to go |
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Onward and over the seasons turn |
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I'm not letting you go, |
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I'm not ready to go |
