| Cast a pebble on the water
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| Watch the ripples gently spreading
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| Tiny daughter of the Camargue
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| We were meant to be together
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| We were made for one another
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| In a time it takes to grow up
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| If only we were old enough
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| Then they might leave us both alone
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| So take my hand in your hand
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| Say it’s great to be alive
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| No one’s going to find us
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| No matter how they try
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| No one’s going to find us
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| It’s wonderful so wild beneath the sky
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| Sleeping in the open
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| See the shadows softly moving
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| Take a train towards the southlands
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| Our time was never better
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| We shall pass the sights of splendor
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| On the door of a new life
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| It had to happen soon I guess
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| Whether it is wrong or it is right
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| We learned to be so graceful
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| Watching wild horses running
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| And from those agile angels
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| We knew the tide was turning
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| For we watched as on the skyway
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| The herons circled slowly
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| While we mere mortals watched them fly
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| Our sleepless eyes grew heavy |