| Leaving the choirs behind to sing
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| Of anything fair, of lilac spring
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| A dream of truce behind my eyes
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| A life of journeys will unwind
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| Emerge through idle air
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| Born under a troubled sign
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| Will it hurt to see me find
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| The long lost peace of mind
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| Darling, you had me here for a while
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| Breaks my heart to see you cry
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| In the wake of incomplete time
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| Darkness overthrows
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| The map of nowhere is in my hand
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| The roads are blurred, sojourner’s land
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| So take however long you want (but don’t forget, my love)
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| You pledged yourself to come along
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| You’re lost in reveries, holding back the tears
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| Faint sound of the wires
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| The butterfly is in the fire now
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| Lost in a memory, holding my hand
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| One heart’s in the ground
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| The other is veiled in silver all around
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| Born under a troubled sign
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| Will it hurt to see me find
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| The long lost peace of mind
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| Darling, you had me here for a while
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| Breaks my heart to see you cry
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| In the wake of incomplete time |