| Flying high above the clouds
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| We lay in the grassy meadow
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| The earth was like a pillow for our dreams
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| Trials never entered into any conversation
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| That was the relation of our dreams
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| But as a change in the wind must come
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| Over the mountain
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| And the seasons roll under the sun
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| Passing the shadows of our dreams
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| Flying high above the clouds
|
| We lay in the grassy meadow
|
| The earth was like a pillow for our dreams
|
| Trials never entered into any conversation
|
| That was the relation of our dreams
|
| But as a change in the wind must come
|
| Over the mountain
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| And the seasons roll under the sun
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| Passing the shadows of our dreams
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| A fine lady of the north
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| Like silver on the ocean shore
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| Like wind’s whispers through the trees |