| There is a place on the mountain nearby
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| Deep in a cave but it’s up rather high
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| There in the darkness are safely concealed
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| All of the dreams that you never revealed
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| And if you go there, and after you do
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| All of these dreams would be yours to pursue
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| The rest of your lifetime devoid of a care
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| If you keep your eyes open you may find yourself there
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| Such is the promise, such is the curse
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| You could just live your life better or worse
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| Knowing the cache of dreams up on that hill
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| Beckons and sways but won’t bend to your will
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| You might find a river under a mountain
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| That feeds a remote subterranean fountain
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| Drink from this, taste just a hint of a dream
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| That somehow leaked into the underground stream |