| What a strange meadow lark,
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| To be singing oh so sweetly in the park tonight,
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| All alone meadowlark?
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| Are you dreaming of the moons that burned so bright,
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| And of love in flight?
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| Can’t you sleep meadowlark?
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| Is there nothing left but whistling in the dark so sad?
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| Was it love meadowlark?
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| Were the songs you sang last summer crazy mad?
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| Think of all you had,
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| A quietness up in the clouds,
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| Where the soft winds blow,
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| Far from all the noisy crowds,
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| Where the earthbound go,
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| Your wings have brushed against the star,
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| Boundless were the skies,
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| You may have flown too high too far,
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| Love is seldom wise,
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| Don’t you see meadowlark?
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| Though you try your call wont turn another lark in flight,
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| He has gone meadowlark,
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| You can your song until the dawn brings light,
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| Sing with all your might,
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| Sing away the dark,
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| Little meadowlark. |