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Stranded at the light house |
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I think I saw my sister there |
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Oregon in light house |
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We are pondering the surf and waves |
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A path to reach the alcove |
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And me barefoot far behind |
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Passing by the white house |
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An old man was mowing his lawn |
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And when I woke, it was still a presence in my mind |
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It was some dream |
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Some dream |
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Matthew lead the consort |
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We're all stunned in disbelief |
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Clambered up the hillside |
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And I am cursing my naked feet |
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There above the ridge-line |
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Amidst the plants so overgrown |
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A cavern mouth and trailway |
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We all crouched and capered through |
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And at the end there was a hole through which we rose |
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To such heights |
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To such heights |
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It was some dream |
