| Woke up in rainy autumn
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| Morning mist beginning to wane
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| And the birds of the winged trees
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| Calling my name
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| Care less the clouds above me
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| The wind is gently lifting my hair
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| Where the rivers of the wind fall light rain
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| Now stand bare
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| Listen to the flowing streams
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| Golden in the shelter of my dreams
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| Playing a song on the meadow that echoes with love
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| Walk alone through the garden
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| The leaves are wet with morning’s tear
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| And the whispering of someone
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| Is drawing me near
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| Content to rest awhile
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| Pondering the motion of time
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| Over unforgotten memories
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| Dipped in wine
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| Listen to the flowing streams
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| Golden in the shelter of my dreams
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| Playing a song on the meadow that echoes with love
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| The god of dusk is falling around me
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| The night air now restless and dank
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| Yet the fields are specked with flowers
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| Few and rank
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| Moon reflecting off the water
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| Rippling an image to me
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| Of the way that it is
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| And the way that it’s going to be
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| Listen to the flowing streams
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| Golden in the shelter of my dreams
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| Playing a song on the meadow that echoes with love |