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Between the black and the gray there is only the rage |
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Of the waterfall dream |
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And the shadows that play in the roaring cascade |
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Will not stay in the stream |
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Though a feather or two has been plucked from your wings |
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Flying is always the same |
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We'll fly off together, |
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I'll love you forever |
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For now forever's to blame |
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In the cavern of night where the river of thirst |
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Runs its terrible course |
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Burns a crystal black flame in the cold silver eyes |
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Of a sapphire blue horse |
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Though a feather or two has been plucked from your wings |
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Flying is always the same |
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We'll fly off together, |
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I'll love you forever |
|
For now forever's to blame |
|
In the cavern of night where the river of thirst |
|
Runs its terrible course |
|
Burns a crystal black flame in the cold silver eyes |
|
Of a sapphire blue horse |
|
Though a feather or two has been plucked from your wings |
|
Flying is always the same |
|
We'll fly off together, |
|
I'll love you forever |
|
For now forever's to blame |
|
Though a feather or two has been plucked from your wings |
|
Flying is always the same |
|
We'll fly off together, |
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I'll love you forever |
|
For now forever's to blame |
