| Sister bluebird flying high above
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| Shine your wings forward to the sun
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| Hide the myst’ries of life on your way
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| Though you’ve seen them, please don’t say a word
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| What you don’t know, I have never heard
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| Starship trooper, go sailing on by
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| Catch my soul, catch the very light
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| Hide the moment from my eager eye
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| Though you’ve seen there, please don’t tell a soul
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| What you can’t see, can’t be very whole
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| Speak to me of summer
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| Long winters longer than time can remember
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| The setting up of other roads
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| To travel on in old accustomed ways
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| I still remember the talks by the water
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| The proud sons and daughter
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| That knew the knowledge of the land
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| Spoke to me in sweet accustomed ways
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| Mother life, hold firmly on to me
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| Catch my knowledge higher than the day
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| Lose as much as only you can show
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| Though you’ve seen me, please don’t say a word
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| What I don’t know, I have never shared
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| II. | 
| Disillusion
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| Loneliness is a power that we
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| Possess to give or take away forever
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| All I know can be shown by your
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| Acceptance of the facts there shown before you
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| Take what I say in a different way
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| And it’s easy to say that this is all confusion
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| As I see a new day in me
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| I can also show it you and you may follow
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| Speak to me of summer
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| Long winters longer than time can remember
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| The setting up of other roads
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| To travel on in old accustomed ways
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| I still remember the talks by the water
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| The proud sons and daughter
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| That knew the knowledge of the land
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| Spoke to me in sweet accustomed ways
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| III. | 
| Würm |