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Lost |
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On a painted sky |
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Where the clouds are hung |
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For the poet's eye |
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You may find him |
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If you may find him |
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There |
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On a distant shore |
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By the wings of dreams |
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Through an open door |
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You may know him |
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If you may |
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Be |
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As a page that aches for words |
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Which speaks on a theme that's timeless |
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While the sun god will make for your day |
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Sing |
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As a song in search of a voice that is silent |
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And the one god will make for your way |
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And we dance |
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To a whispered voice |
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Overheard by the sould |
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Undertook by the heart |
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And you may know it |
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If you may know it |
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While the sand |
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Would become the stone |
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Which begat the spark |
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Turned to living bone |
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Holy, holy |
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Sanctus, sanctus |
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Be |
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As a page that aches for word |
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Which speaks on a theme that is timeless |
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While the sun god will make for your day |
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Sing |
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As a song in search of a voice that is silent |
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And the one god will make for your day |
