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I talk to the trees |
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But they don't listen to me |
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I talk to the stars |
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But they never hear me |
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The breeze hasn't time |
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To stop and hear what I say |
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I talk to them all in vain |
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But suddenly my words |
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Reach someone else's ear |
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At someone else's heart strings too |
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I tell you my dreams |
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And while you're listening to me |
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I suddenly see them come true |
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I can see us some April night |
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Looking out across a rollin' farm |
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Having supper in the candlelight |
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Walking later, arm in arm |
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Then I'll tell you how I pass the day |
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Thinking mainly how the night would be |
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Then I'll try to find the words to say |
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All the things you mean to me |
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I tell you my dreams |
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And while you're listening to me |
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I suddenly see them come true |