| You me, me you, when will we be
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| Love goes on, no hurry, tell me
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| That I know whatever has to be
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| Since dreams have their reasons anyway
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| All the good love stories have their glory
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| Your’s the winds flowing on and on and on and on
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| And on and on
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| Let the winter winds of old
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| Take the water to the sea
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| As the man turned into light
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| Like the forest of the west
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| They were carrying the fire
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| Like the boats that sail the waves
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| In the gardens of belief
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| Meditate us turn the key
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| For if trouble shares your tears
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| Re-returning once again and again and again and again
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| Re-returning once again and again and again and again
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| For the many to be sure
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| That’s why children seem to know the reason why
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| True knowledge of believing is believing
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| I’ll find a truth and then believe it to the end
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| It seems so easy as my life and I begin to know why
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| Are we to everything a play within a play |