| And Anne Marie does love to sing
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| And Anne Marie does love the day
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| And I can’t stop my heart
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| And I can’t take my eyes away
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| And come the time of gentle light
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| And morning star does visit night
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| And come the time of gentle light
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| And evening star does visit night
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| One gentle light does have two names
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| And Anne Marie does love to sing
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| And Anne Marie does love the day
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| And I can’t stop my heart
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| And I can’t take my eyes away
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| And I did lose you
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| I did lose you
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| And where will I go now
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| And where will I go
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| And where will I go now?
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| So write my song with a triad bright as a belt of stars
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| Orion-like to run before the hounds
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| Orion-like, compelled by love to run where love abounds
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| To run where love abounds
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| To run where love abounds
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| And write my song on the five black lines of a bluejay’s wing
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| And fly in winter’s face a man to sing
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| Orion-like, by love compelled to run where love abounds
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| To run where love abounds
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| To run where love abounds
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| And in the throats of gelded boys who sing themselves to sleep
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| Let voices waken oceans deep
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| Orion-like, by love compelled to run where love abounds
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| To run where love abounds
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| To run where love abounds
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| So patient wait the valley’s bloom
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| And grateful sing the summer’s end
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| With rose of sharon overgrowing
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| Overgrowing
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| Overgrowing |