| I talk to the trees
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| But they don’t listen to me
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| I talk to the stars
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| But they never hear me The breeze hasn’t time
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| To stop and hear what I say
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| I talk to them all in vain
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| But suddenly my words
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| Reach someone else’s ear
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| At someone else’s heart strings too
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| I tell you my dreams
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| And while you’re listening to me
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| I suddenly see them come true
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| I can see us some April night
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| Looking out across a rollin' farm
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| Having supper in the candlelight
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| Walking later, arm in arm
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| Then I’ll tell you how I pass the day
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| Thinking mainly how the night would be Then I’ll try to find the words to say
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| All the things you mean to me
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| I tell you my dreams
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| And while you’re listening to me
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| I suddenly see them come true |