| Deep within my memory
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| Where the grass grows to my knees
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| Where sparrows sing, and all creation speaks to me.
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| Where clouds rain in noonday sky
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| With castles, kings, and queens
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| Where hopes and dreams, and angels' wings are common things
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| A long lost child falls behind
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| And now she is miles and miles from the present time
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| And just like the birds that fly across the sky
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| She’s been away awhile
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| Oh, but I will find her, free from all guile
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| Beautifully wild
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| Long lost child
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| Across the Swanee River
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| And down in Golden Glen
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| I saw her face, but I can’t quite remember when
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| It’s a game of hide and seeking
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| So tell me, where’d she go?
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| Perhaps if I inquire, the Brothers Grimm may know?
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| Oh, a long lost child left behind
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| She must be miles and miles from the present time
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| And just like the birds that fly across the sky
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| She’s been away awhile
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| Oh, but I will find her, free from all guile
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| Beautifully wild
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| Long lost child
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| Oh, long lost child left behind
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| You must be miles and miles from the present time
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| And just like the birds that fly across the sky
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| You’ve been away awhile
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| Oh, but I will find you, free from all guile
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| Beautifully wild
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| Long lost child |