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I see the shadows as they come to welcome the night |
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Treading the time when |
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I know I must turn out the light |
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Here in the darkness |
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I lie down to hurt once again |
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From letting a mem'ry who's heart sings a song of the wind |
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So much like a child yet so very much of a man |
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He was a drifter and |
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I wasn't hard of his plan |
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He needed me when |
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I met him so |
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I took him in |
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Not knowing someday he'd follow a song of the wind |
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The wind sings the moving song of fields that'll always green |
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The man who has heard its call can't leave a thing unseen |
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If I should see him and he needs the warmth of a friend |
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I'll try to help him for the short time he was in |
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I won't be surprised when |
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I wake and he's gone once again |
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For he is a dreamer who follows the song of the wind |
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Yes he is a dreamer who's heart sings a song of the wind |
