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No one can see the way it will be |
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Your thread, there on the loom |
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And an unknown hand |
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Will pull on the strand |
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And guide you right on through |
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And the roses die and bloom |
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And I'm dreaming in my room |
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That you and I fell into the sky |
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And went dancing on the moon |
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And the comet will come |
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And swing 'round the sun |
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And you will be replaced |
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Until that day sometimes I will pray |
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That you may find some grace |
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And the roses die and bloom |
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And I'm dreaming in my room |
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That you and I fell into the sky |
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And went dancing on the moon |
