| Strolling along among the big, big trees of this curious land
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| I have a stick in my hand
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| And in my mind I carry you
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| I need no water supply, I stay alive by this sensational mood
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| And I carry no food
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| To me a meal and drink is you
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| It’s getting darker outside
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| But who am I to be afraid of such means
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| I carry you in my dreams
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| You’re my guiding star that gleans
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| Rain that falls down
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| And shapes of trees around
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| I laugh it away with a shake on my shoulders
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| It’s colder now
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| And there’s a mountain so high
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| And there’s a cliff that reminds me of your face
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| Rain that falls down
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| And shapes of trees around
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| I laugh it away with a shake on my shoulders
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| It’s colder now
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| And there’s a mountain so high
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| And there’s a cliff that reminds me of your face
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| Strolling along among the big, big trees of this curious land
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| I have a stick in my hand
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| And in my mind I carry you
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| And in my mind I carry you |