| Theres a man whos been out sailing
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| In a decade full of dreams
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| And he takes her to a schooner
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| And he treats her like a queen
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| Bearing beads from california
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| With their amber stones and green
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| He has called her from the harbor
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| He has kissed her with his freedom
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| He has heard her off to starboard
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| In the breaking and the breathing
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| Of the water weeds
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| While she was busy being free
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| Theres a man whos climbed a mountain
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| And hes calling out her name
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| And he hopes her heart can hear three thousand miles
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| He calls again
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| He can think her there beside him
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| He can miss her just the same
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| He has missed her in the forest
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| While he showed her all the flowers
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| And the branches sang the chorus
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| As he climbed the scaley towers
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| Of a forest tree
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| While she was somewhere being free
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| Theres a man whos sent a letter
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| And hes waiting for reply
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| He has asked her of her travels
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| Since the day they said goodbye
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| He writes «wish you were beside me We can make it if we try»
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| He has seen her at the office
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| With her name on all his papers
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| Thru the sharing of the profits
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| He will find it hard to shake her
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| From his memory
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| And shes so busy being free
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| Theres a lady in the city
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| And she thinks she loves them all
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| Theres the one whos thinking of her
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| Theres the one who sometimes calls
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| Theres the one who writes her letters
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| With his facts and figures scrawl
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| She has brought them to her senses
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| They have laughed inside her laughter
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| Now she rallies her defenses
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| For she fears that one will ask her
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| For eternity
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| And shes so busy being free
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| Theres a man who sends her medals
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| He is bleeding from the war
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| Theres a jouster and a jester and a man who owns a store
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| Theres a drummer and a dreamer
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| And you know there may be more
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| She will love them when she sees them
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| They will lose her if they follow
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| And she only means to please them
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| And her heart is full and hollow
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| Like a cactus tree
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| While shes so busy being free |