| the river of doubt gave birth to a beautiful stone
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| and in my hands I held it and I knew I was on my own
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| so I picked it up and held it to the sky
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| and in my reflection. |
| I knew I was all alone
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| then I saw this girl with the most beautiful hair
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| she had it wrapped around her for clothes she did not wear
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| I asked her for a lock and she complied, after leaving
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| gorgeous footsteps in the sand as if she didn’t care
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| she was the prettiest girl I ever saw
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| the stone lay still without a flaw
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| the feelings I had defied the law
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| as I came to, I went to and I took a look, a look down the road
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| to see a badger and a one eyed toad
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| they didn’t say a word, they just looked at me with that wise old look of the old
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| then I went to down to town
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| to my favorite merry-go-round
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| to the place where magic horses fly
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| and you seldom see a frown
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| but then I stole a ring from the flying horses
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| and I can’t begin to explain how
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| I stole a ring from the flying horses
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| and it’s all rusty now
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| I stole a ring from the flying horses
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| and I can’t begin to explain how
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| I stole a ring from the flying horses
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| and it’s all rusty now
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| You see 'cause that stone fell through my pocket
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| and that lock of hair flew away with the wind
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| If you chance to meet upon either
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| well you know where they’ve been
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| but don’t pick them up or try to find me they’re much happier to be on their own
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| beauty like that knows no home
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| and then if you take a look, a look down the road
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| you’ll see a badger and a one eyed toad
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| they won’t say a workd they’ll just look at you
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| with that wise look of the old |