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And no one knows it-- |
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Where she came from, where she's going. |
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And once you meet her, |
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You will find that something inside is changing. |
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She's like a rainbow-- |
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When she comes up, all are lit up. |
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And when she whispers, |
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You will hear this: "Don't chase after rainbows." |
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High on a hill, there's a green meadow. |
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All around, it's breezin', |
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She's smilin', |
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She'll let them sing angel songs. |
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She's like a fairy |
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When she's trembling, when she's dancing. |
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Just see her rambling-- |
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How it's nice to follow her to the end. |
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You want some meanings of the life, |
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And go to see her. |
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Don't ask her too much-- |
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Oh yes, she'll be out of your sight |
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Right over. |
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High on a hill, there's a green meadow. |
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All around, it's breezin', |
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She's smilin', |
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She'll let them sing angel songs. |
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Everyone is sad and blue when she is far away. |
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Don't you know it's time to pray she'll be coming soon? |
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And you think you hear her voice ringing from above. |
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And no one knows it-- |
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Where she came from, where she's going. |
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And once you meet her, |
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Maybe you'll stay forever young |