| What you’re looking for won’t be found easily
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| It grows upon the mountain in a sacred place
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| Up beyond the clouds, in ancient ground, so they say
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| And many men have died trekking up that way
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| Once he’s gazed upon her, a man is forever changed
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| The bravest men return with darkened hearts and phantom pain
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| Ages come and go, but her life goes on the same
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| She lives to see the sun and feel the wind and drink the rain
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| Her colors change to mark the passing of the days
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| No Earthly sight can match the beauty she displays
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| And when I die I want her lying by my side
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| In my grave, in my grave
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| I’d give it all to love that girl
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| I’ll be the one to pluck that fleur
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| I’m meant to find the place where all good things begin
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| To smell her scent and watch her dancing in the wind
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| And when I die I want her lying by my side
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| In my grave, in my grave
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| I’d give it all to love that girl
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| I’ll be the one to pluck that fleur
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| I’d give it all to love that girl
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| I’ll be the one to pluck that fleur |