| Mama plays a queen
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| On the hill built on a dream
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| While the children play in the field
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| Papa smokes the pipe
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| Of a sweet and better life
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| But how strong is the shield?
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| Can peace be found
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| On the carpet above ground
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| Where sky is forever blue
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| So let it pass baby now
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| The slow and riding cloud
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| Which may take me from you
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| Many things a man can lose
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| His self, his rights, his views
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| But never his heart or his love
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| So take this hand of mine
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| And climb baby, climb
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| To the hill up above
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| Now you can play a queen
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| On the hill built on a dream
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| While our children play in the field
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| I can smoke the pipe
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| Of a sweet and better life
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| And trust in the strength of the shield
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| So trust in you love, and Lucy of above
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| And let light pass like a wheel
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| Don’t take the chance of life’s hectic dance
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| Kiss the strength of the shield
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| The seeker will be found
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| By the looker on the ground
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| And to his wish he will yield
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| Fate will have it’s word, of course
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| And time will change its course
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| And hold the strength of the shield |