| When I was a girl I had a favorite story.
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| Of the Meadowlark who lived where the rivers wind.
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| Her voice could match the angels in its glory.
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| But she was blind. |
| The Lark was blind.
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| An old king came and took her to his palace.
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| Where the walls were burnished bronze and golden braid.
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| And he fed her fruit and nuts from an ivory chalace.
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| And he prayed.
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| Sing for me, my meadow lark.
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| Sing for me of the silver morning.
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| Set me free, my meadow lark.
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| And I’ll buy you a priceless jewel.
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| And cloth a brocade and cruel.
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| And I’ll love you for life if you will, sing for me.
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| Then one day as a lark sang by the water,
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| The god of the sun heard her in his flight.
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| And her singing moved him so he came and brought her,
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| The gift of sight.
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| He gave her sight!
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| And she opened her eyes to the shimmer and the splendor,
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| Of this beautiful young god so proud and strong.
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| And he called to the lark in a voice both rough and tender,
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| Come along.
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| Fly with me, my meadow lark.
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| Fly with me on the silver morning.
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| Past the sea where the dolphins bark.
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| We will dance on the coral beaches.
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| Make a feast of the plums and peaches.
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| Just as far as your vision reaches.
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| Fly with me.
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| But the meadow lark said no.
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| For the old king loved her so.
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| She couldn’t bear to wound his pride.
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| So the sun God flew away.
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| And when the king came down that day,
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| He found his meadow lark had died.
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| Every time I heard that part I cried.
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| And now I stand here starry eyed and stormy.
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| Ah just when I thought my heart was finally numb.
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| A beautiful young man appears before me,
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| Singing come, oh wont you come?
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| And what can I do it finally for the first time,
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| The one I’m burning for returns the glow?
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| If you love has come at last it’s picked the worst time.
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| Still I know,
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| I’ve got to go!
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| Flyaway Meadow Lark.
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| Fly away on the silver morning.
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| If I stay I’ll grow to curse the dark.
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| So it’s off where the days won’t find me.
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| I know I’ll leave loons behind me.
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| But i wont let tomorrow find me, back this way.
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| Before my past once again can blind me.
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| Fly away.
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| And we wont wait,
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| To say goodbye.
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| My beautiful young man…
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| And I! |