| As the dragonfly flies, as the flowers rise
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| As the sleeping streets of azure bend the fool
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| As the willow weeps, as the lizard peeps
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| Down tepid streams with dreams of passing through
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| You are what you are
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| You are what you are
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| You are what you are
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| You are what you are
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| As the hope expires, as the land conspires
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| As the lily-pads drift softly through a night
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| In the musty halls, where invention calls
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| With the voice of indecision filling fright
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| You are what you are
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| You are what you are
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| You are what you are
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| You are what you are
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| Watch it, feel it, hold me, thrill me
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| Give it, take it
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| As the dragonfly flies…
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| You are what you are
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| You are what you are
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| You are what you are
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| You are what you are |