| It’s an unfinished life that I find lies before me
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| An open-ended dream and I don’t want to wake
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| I’ve crossed so many rivers in search of crystal fountains
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| I’ve found the truest paths always lead through mountains
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| I’ve seen water on the sky and fire burning on the lake
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| You said to me
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| «I cannot make you happy like a wounded bird
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| You must find the strength to fly
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| Time can paint the treetops with colors of the rainbow
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| But you cannot find the end, no matter how you try»
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| It’s a journey with my soul that I am taking
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| One that only goes form the cradle to the grave
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| Going 'round in circles like painted dancing horses
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| Up and down we ride on the wooden courses
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| And light from a lover’s eyes is all that I can save
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| You said to me
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| «I cannot make you happy like a wounded bird
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| You must find the strength to fly
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| Time can paint the treetops with colors of the rainbow
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| But you cannot find the end, no matter how you try»
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| So I’ll take the day and run out across the open fields
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| Where the grass grows high and the shadows fall
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| Where my eyes can see all the colors in the air
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| So quiet that the wind whistles in my hair
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| And takes the rising dust and carries it away
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| You said to me
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| «I cannot make you happy like a wounded bird
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| You must find the strength to fly
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| Time can paint the treetops with colors of the rainbow
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| But you cannot find the end, no matter how you try» |