| Dreamer come springtime
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| Water running quick
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| The black winged dance of fireflies
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| In the garden where we sit
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| You never dreamed to gypsy
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| Of rolling over stones
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| An eternity an instance
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| Forever a heart a home
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| Yellow burns this summer
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| No grape shall go to waste
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| Hold my hand and let’s go under
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| To be reborn in some new place
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| Where our souls are never strangers
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| Let our shadows find the day
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| As we stand in the light of our love
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| Until we fly away
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| You’re never alone, you’re never alone
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| If there’s thunder and rain
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| The wonder of love the weakness of love
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| Makes us all the same
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| You get so tired treading the waves
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| And I’m not afraid of an empty page
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| To take away such sorrow
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| To give another you’re hand
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| You the untamed daughter
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| Oh, let the water, let the water
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| Wash it all away
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| Mornings cold in these lowlands
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| Wild geese still fly away
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| I will build you a fire
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| If you’ll be my serenade
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| Come a tender new season
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| Come a somber July
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| Come anyway, anyhow
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| You will find me by your side
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| You’re never alone, you’re never alone
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| When there’s thunder and rain
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| The wonder of love the weakness of love
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| Makes us all the same
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| You get so tired treading the waves
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| And I’m not afraid of an empty page |