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What child this night whose dreams take flight? |
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What child somewhere sleeps unaware? |
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What life that yet has no regrets? |
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What child, who knows what dreams |
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I've closed? |
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Time floats on |
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As I write these letters that you'll never see |
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Still each one's gone |
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Placed in a bottle so tides they might follow |
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And somehow find their way to thee |
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What child this night whose wings take flight on evening winds? |
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What dreams begin? |
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Each day begets its own regrets |
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Do I dare wait or joust with fate? |
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Time floats on |
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As I write these letters that you'll never see |
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Still each one's gone |
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Placed in a bottle so the tides they might follow |
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And somehow find their way to thee |
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What child this night whose dreams take flight? |
