| I traveled to each road and the end of the earth
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| With no where else to go I looked back in amazement
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| When I finally realized how farther I had actually gone
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| I was still standing in the same place that I started
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| Till I found out and I cried out that there was silence
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| A definite silence… more brilliant than anything
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| And there was a bird with feathers brightest red and it spoke
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| At least that what you saw
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| I saw an angel on the whitest Novembers morning
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| And I had sang the sweetest cry since she wanted to reach down
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| And tell me that it would me all right
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| And tell me it would be alright
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| I walked out and stared into the golden sun
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| I was blinded by an endless timeless beauty
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| Till i found out and I cried out that there was silence
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| A definite silence… more brilliant than anything
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| And there was a bird with feathers brightest red and the smoke
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| At least that what you saw
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| I saw an angel on the whitest Novembers morning
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| And I had sang the sweetest cry since she wanted to reach down
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| And tell me that it would me all right
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| And tell me it would be alright |