| I am dreaming
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| Of a riverbank
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| Mist enshrouds the farther shore
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| I am standing
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| In a wooden boat
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| In my hand, a golden oar
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| Will I row against the current,
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| Or let myself be carried out to sea?
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| Where I reach land at last
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| Is up to the river
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| But the journey is up to me Time to sail
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| Reluctant Pilgrim
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| My fear is all I’ve got to lose
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| Life is nothing,
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| Nothing but a dreamscape
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| And the dream is mine to choose
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| I am racing
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| Down a corridor
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| Endless doors on either side
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| I could open
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| Any one of them
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| Step on through
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| And Change my life
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| Sometimes I pause
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| There on the threshold
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| Afraid to leave my bright familiar hall
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| Sometimes I spend my days
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| Running by so quickly
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| That I don’t see the doors at all
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| Step on through
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| Reluctant Pilgrim
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| My fear is all I’ve got to lose
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| Life is nothing,
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| Nothing but a dreamscape
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| And the dream is mine to choose
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| I am waking
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| In a forest glade
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| Needles of pine
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| Are in my hair
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| I see pathways
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| Through the underbrush
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| Leading to I don’t know where
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| I hear strange noises in the thickets
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| And I know some trails
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| May not be where they seem
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| Pain may await me But I know if I stay here
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| I’ll sleep right through my dreams
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| Find the trail
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| Reluctant Pilgrim
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| My fear is all I’ve got to lose
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| Life is nothing,
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| Nothing but a dreamscape
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| And the dream is mine to choose
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| Let us sail
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| Reluctant pilgrims
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| Our fear is all weve got to lose
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| Life is nothing, nothing but a dreamscape
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| And the dream is ours to choose |