| If I could sing like the poets and kings of this world
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| If I could rise like the wind or the tides of the sea
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| I would sing you to sleep my love with sweet melody
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| And let you dream away till the morning light returned again
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| To take you away from me
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| If I could speak with the tongues of the masters of old
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| If I could tame all the fleeting perceptions I hold
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| Would I stand in the marketplace before
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| To be shouted down without any warning at all, to be stood by the wall
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| And shot by the man in blue
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| If I could run with the grace of a sun-colored stallion
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| If I could fly like the great silver jets in the morning
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| If I caused the wind to change with one wave of my hand
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| And if I could play the final symphony and set it free
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| Would it mean anything to you
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| If I could stand like a rusty old man in his armor
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| If I could ride the steed that he rode in his time
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| I would turn his head away to the river
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| And let him wander through the meadow grass, wild and free
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| For everyone to see
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| If I could sing like the poets and kings of this world
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| If I could rise like the wind or the tides of the sea
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| I would sing you to sleep my love with sweet melody
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| And let you dream away till the morning light returned again
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| To take you away from me |