| I looked toward the silver ceiling
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| And gazed down on the crystal brook
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| And, wow, there came the strangest feeling
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| What’s that to me, I took a look
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| Oh, I can only be what I can be
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| And that can only be, that can’t be me
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| He took me to a lake all barren
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| And there I thought I had a dream
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| A whirling pool up in a vision
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| What’s this to be, to be to me
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| What’s here, it is there, it is everywhere
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| And you and me are one
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| And all we do is turn, turn
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| He took me to a floating season
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| And then I dreamed I sailed away
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| Across the universe of reason
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| In swimming worlds tomorrow waits
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| Today I’m living in the sunshine
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| Splashing through the blue
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| And thank you, God, it’s true |