| Stepping on the road he made his way
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| To the stellar far land of his desire
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| Singing strange and crazy by the day
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| Like all the pretty things he once admired
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| Singing pretty like a bird
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| Singing pretty like a high class fool
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| Big love of a tiny fool
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| All that he loved was yet to be
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| As he threw that starry look into his crowd
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| A holy seer without a holy book
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| Such easy meat for the hunting hounds
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| Sang the key of minor sonnet
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| That he got from the Major Cool
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| Big love of a tiny fool
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| He’ll make it he’ll deliver
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| Don’t forget it he’s all heart
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| Beauty innocence
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| Fire without a spark
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| He’ll make it he’ll deliver
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| Don’t forget it it’s all heart
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| Beauty innocence
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| Fire without a spark
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| Sitting pretty like a bird
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| Sitting pretty like a high class fool
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| Big love of a tiny fool
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| He’ll make it he’ll deliver
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| Don’t forget it he’s all heart
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| Beauty innocence
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| Fire without a spark
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| He’ll make it he’ll deliver
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| Don’t forget it it’s all heart
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| Beauty innocence
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| Fire without a spark
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| ('Sen ' means 'You' in Turkish) |