| What was held by these weary hands that have been harvesting
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| Where brave souls grew tall in endless fields of gold that whispered in the
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| breeze
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| Hallowed were thy birds in trees. |
| We marvelled at the skies
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| With wonder in our eyes and summer’s butterflies
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| Enchanted in each gilded August. |
| Embraced where swallows chased the sun
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| They wove a complex fugue where wild flowers bloomed only in your name
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| Where no two days were quite the same. |
| But if you close your eyes the past is
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| never lost
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| Well I would hold your hand when you are vulnerable and alone
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| And wherever dangers roam, I would keep you safe from harm
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| Through those valleys of shadows, beyond lagoons of pink flamingoes
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| Beyond rainbows we became, where music falls as rain
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| It falls to ease the pain where memories remain
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| Upon a kiss of tenderness. |
| Into the skies from out of each abyss
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| Ascending to the depths of purest azure bliss
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| Where we would never have to say goodbye
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| And there would never be a tear to cry
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| Where I would be with you forever at your side
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| Where I would be with you until the end of time
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| Until the end of time. |
| Until the end of time |