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Standing by my window, breathing summer breeze |
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Saw a figure floating, 'neath the willow tree |
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Asked us if we were happy, we said we didn't know |
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Took us by the hands and up we go |
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We followed the dreamer through the purple hazy clouds |
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He could control our sense of time |
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We thought we were lost but no matter how we tried |
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Everyone was in peace of mind |
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We felt the sensations drift inside our frames |
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Finding complete contentment there |
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And all the tensions that hurt us in the past |
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Just seemed to vanish in thin air |
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He said in the cosmos is a single sonic sound |
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That is vibrating constantly |
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And if we could grip and hold on to the note |
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We would see our minds were free, oh they're free |
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Ah, we are lost above |
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Floating way up high |
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If you think you can find a way |
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You can surely try |
