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Oooooh... |
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Well, they left then in the morning |
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A hundred pairs of wings, in the light, moved together |
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Oooooh... |
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In the colors of the morning |
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I looked to the clouds in the cirrus sky and they'd gone |
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Across the marshes |
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Across the fields below |
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Oooooh... |
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I fell through the vines and I hoped they would catch me below |
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Oooooh... |
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If only to take me with them there |
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Tell me the part that shines in your heart on the wind |
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Across the marshes |
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Across the fields below |
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Oooooh... |
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I fell through the vines and I hoped they would catch me below |
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Oooooh... |
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And the reeds blew in the morning |
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Take me along to the places you've gone when my eyes looked away |
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Tell me the song that you sing in the trees in the dawning |
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Tell me the part that shines in your heart and the rays of love forever |
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Please take me there |
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Aaaaah... |
