| Take the chip of a star and you hit it with an iron bar
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| And when its broken in two — you’ve made the eyes for you
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| Take the song from a bird and you turn it to words
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| And when you’re through — you’ve found a voice for you
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| Like a song on the wind — My beautiful friend
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| Take the coat of a tree — Autumn’s fallen leaves
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| Weave them gold and fair — and that is your hair
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| Take the pale of the moon, dip into it with a spoon
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| Touch the earth again and that is your skin
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| Come to me again — My beautiful friend
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| For you were born when the world first turned
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| The flames flickered and the first fires burned
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| You are the phoenix and the heavens clear
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| Let you be mine and I’ll call you dear
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| Take the clouds from the sky and the sun shone bright
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| Shape them with a file and that is your smile
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| Take the heat of the earth when the mountains burst
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| Put it in a mold and your heart you’ll hold
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| Like a song on the wind — my beautiful friend
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| Together to the end, My beautiful friend |