| He left his home when he grew up
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| To reach the stars
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| He wandered around everywhere
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| To find the place of dreams
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| The light was pale
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| The moon was shining down on him
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| He walked alone through the night
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| Searching for more wisdom
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| What more could he say
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| He’s hoping to find light of day
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| But deep inside him he knows
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| That sunlight is far more away
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| An owl was howling from a tree
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| The wind was cold
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| Fading away in the dark
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| Glimmering moon shadow
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| He was afraid inside
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| He didn’t know the way
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| Shallow lake sang a song
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| He fell on his knees and prayed
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| What more could he say
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| He’s hoping to find light of day
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| But deep inside him he knows
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| That sunlight is far more away
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| The day has died
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| And the night passed away
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| And now for him there’s just nothing to say
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| And soon he’ll find in the rain of the night
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| That every journey will come to and end
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| He was alone and sad
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| Beside a willow tree
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| Crying for sense in his life
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| He finally realized
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| In all his life he searched
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| For truth so far away
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| But the truth itself
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| Lay dep within his soul
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| What more could he say
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| Now he has found light of day
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| Still deep inside him he knew
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| It wasn’t a journey away
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| What more could he say
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| Now he has found light of day
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| Still deep inside him he knew
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| It wasn’t a journey away |