| Cool cool breeze, rivers flow below
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| The darkened room is closing down
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| A light emblazoned within a breast
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| Extracting from the sun
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| My hand is reaching for the stars
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| Your hand is swooping low
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| A long long journey, withering heights
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| A goal dead center clear, A lamp is here
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| To guide the way, far away yet so close
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| These words I know are bound and stuck
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| These words I know are bound and stuck
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| But use them much I know we must
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| To paint a collage blue and gold
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| To touch each others touch
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| I clasp invisible motion waves
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| Of stories from your house
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| Your eyes look like emeralds
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| With you, I’m in no danger
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| Your eyes look like emeralds
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| With you, I’m in no danger
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| And if I die before you go
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| And if I cannot reach you’ll know
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| A bird of feathers white as snow
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| I’ll send beyond the breach
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| My message will endow it strong
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| This journey’s one way ticket long
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| I’ll tell you in the silent zone
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| The story of The Moor |