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If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine |
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And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung, |
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Would you hear my voice come through the music? |
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Would you hold it near as it were your own? |
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It's a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken, |
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Perhaps they're better left unsung. |
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I don't know, don't really care |
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Let there be songs to fill the air. |
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Ripple in still water, |
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When there is no pebble tossed, |
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Nor wind to blow. |
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Reach out your hand if your cup be empty, |
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If your cup is full may it be again, |
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Let it be known there is a fountain, |
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There is a road, no simple highway, |
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Between the dawn and the dark of night, |
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And if you go no one may follow, |
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That path is for your steps alone. |
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Ripple in still water, |
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When there is no pebble tossed, |
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Nor wind to blow. |
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You, who choose to lead, must follow |
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But if you fall you fall alone. |
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If you should stand then who's to guide you? |
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If I knew the way I would take you home. |
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La dee da da da, |
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La da da da da, |
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Da da da, da da, da da da da da |
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La da da da, |
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La da da, da da, |
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La da da da, |
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La da, da da. |
