| Hark the frozen chimes of winter
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| Crystal shimmer in your mind
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| To the first time when you saw her
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| You implored her to be kind
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| In the open fields around you
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| All before you gone to ground
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| Both the question and the answer
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| Deep inside you — you shall find
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| And while you’re strollin'
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| Through the summer of your years
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| Enchanted, a garden overgrown
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| Don’t call me sentimental
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| Those of you who care
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| Could find there a lover and a friend… to the end
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| And if you’re taken
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| by the sprit of your age
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| No reason to carve a cornerstone
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| Sway me, trade me Your philosophy-
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| First you’re sowin'
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| Then you’re growin'
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| Then you reap… until you sleep
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| Will you scale the silver studded mountain
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| Where contemplation’ll spring to mind
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| See the veiled prophet’s withered gaze
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| Reflect the «nouvelle-vague»
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| Glazed visions imprisoned in your mind
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| Unwinding rivers flowing through the meadows
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| To the sea — paths of glory
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| Through shifting glades to fall
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| Present laughter and the memory
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| Of troubles you have seen
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| It is written in your mind
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| Will you stay
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| And share my sorrow?
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| Sing your praises
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| Sing all praises
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| Still you move me Knock me cold
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| Rock-a-bye me Rock of ages
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| You touched my soul |