| I am a poor wayfaring stranger
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| Traveling through all these highs and lows
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| I heard there was no sickness
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| And no toil or danger
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| Just mercy and plenty
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| Where peaceful waters flow
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| Where peaceful waters flow
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| Come all you fair and tender school girls
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| Be careful now--when you court young men
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| They are like the stars
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| On a summer morning
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| They sparkle up the night
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| And they’re gone again
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| Daybreak--gone again
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| If I’d only seen through the silky veils of ardor
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| What a killing crime this love can be
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| I would have locked up my heart
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| In a golden sheath of armor
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| And kept its crazy beating
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| Under strictest secrecy
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| High security
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| I wish I had the wings
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| Of Noah’s pretty little white dove
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| So I could fly this raging river
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| To reach the one I love
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| But I have no wings
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| And the water is so wide
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| We’ll have to row a little harder
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| It’s just in dreams we fly
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| In my dreams we fly! |