| In that dream I’m as old as the mountains
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| Still is starlight reflected in fountains
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| Children grown on the edge of the ocean
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| Kept like jewelry kept with devotion
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| In that dream moving slow through the morning
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| You would come to me then without answers
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| Lick my wounds and remove my demands for now
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| Eucalyptus and orange trees are blooming
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| In that dream there’s no darkness alluded
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| In that dream moving slow through the morning time
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| In that dream I could hardly contain it
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| All my life I will wait to attain it
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| There, there, there
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| I know someday the smoke will all burn off
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| All these voices I’ll someday have turned off
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| I will see you someday when I’ve woken
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| I’ll be so happy just to have spoken
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| I’ll have so much to tell you about it
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| In that dream I could hardly contain it
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| All my life I will wait to attain it
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| There, there, there
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| Wide-eyed walker, don’t betray me
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| I will wake one day, don’t delay me
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| Wide-eyed leaver, always going |