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Silver drums, rhythms that he hums |
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Waltzing dogs that come when he calls |
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Plans for one he keeps in a coffer |
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What can I offer, I don't know |
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Can I bring him, love words to sing him |
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Like some foolish magi |
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I'll be gone and words in a song |
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Won't even last till sunrise |
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Go tell the drummer man |
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The time glass is out of sand |
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Ask him to understand |
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And wait for me and wait for me |
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Streets and parks, waltzes in the dark |
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Lovers now when time will allow |
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An afternoon, the kind to believe in |
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Why am I leaving I don't know |
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Distant places, just empty spaces |
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Till we are together |
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What can I bring, time leaves me nothing |
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I wonder will it ever? |
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Go tell the drummer man |
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The time glass is out of sand |
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Ask him to understand |
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And wait for me and wait for me |
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Silver birds fly away like words |
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In the wind and soon I'll be in another world |
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The land of without him |
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What's it about this other world? |
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Go tell the drummer man |
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The time glass is out of sand |
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Ask him to understand |
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And wait for me and wait for me |