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Tonight the wind comes from afar |
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with a distant call |
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Scent of valleys and fields |
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in early fall |
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There's ache in my heart |
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a mystery deep within the bones |
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She lays beside me asleep |
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She sometimes softly moans |
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Everything I do, every word I say |
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they're solid by the light of day |
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The night fills with dreams |
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I wish them real |
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There is no deeper way to feel |
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Oh, to feel |
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Does she understand |
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if I'm distant and feeling lost |
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Hiding inside one's self |
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is not dishonest |
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My fingers are not crossed |
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sometimes I don't feel |
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as good or strong |
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as I would like to be |
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I'd bring peace to her heart |
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if I could find some also for me |
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Everything I do, every word I say |
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they're solid by the light of day |
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The night fills with dreams |
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I wish them real |
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There is no deeper way to feel |
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Ooh... |
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Tonight the wind comes from afar |