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One warm summer night |
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He rode into sight |
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On a wild mare that was so perfectly white |
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I'd dreamed he'd return |
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and I was right |
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Wishes can come true when you wish with all your might... |
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One look in his eyes |
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I had realized |
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His life was so simple he had no disguise |
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He lived day to day, no promise he would stay |
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But in these few words he stole my heart away |
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He said: |
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"My life's not to lead |
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Through power or greed |
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I am but a poor man |
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when I'm cut I bleed |
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A more humble man you never will meet |
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And here is my heart for only you to keep..." |
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In the shade of the willow tree |
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My poor peasant promised to me |
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No scholarly thoughts, he couldn't pay high costs |
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And sometimes it feels like he's totally lost |
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But he said this true and he said it loud |
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"I promise you my heart with this solemn vow..." |
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One warm summer night |
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He rode out of sight |
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On a wild mare that was so perfectly white |
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I'd dreamed he'd return and I was right |
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Wishes can come true when you wish with all your might... |
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In the shade of the willow tree |
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My poor peasant promised to me. |
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In the shade of the willow tree |
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My poor peasant promised to me. |
