| Crystal coloured glass containing pictures of my past
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| And wonders that you never even dreamed
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| Light reflecting shades of my childhood younger days
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| And rainbows sometimes never having rained
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| Times that went so fast, good times that couldn’t last
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| Like lightning, never striking twice
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| Years that weren’t so bad, the days that weren’t so bright
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| Like clouds that formed and broke up over night
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| I climb the twisting path of fate
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| And I look down on the village far below
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| And the rain comes and mingles with my tears
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| Why I’m crying I will never know
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| The misty image forms of a time not now recalled
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| A wave then ripples on a broken shore
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| Past present future too, come flashing into view
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| Like thunder claps that cannot be ignored
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| And the wind blows through the corridors of years
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| And my hair is white, many winter snows
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| And the rain comes and mingles with my tears
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| Why I’m crying, I will never know
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| I climb the twisting path of fate
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| And I look down on the village far below
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| And the rain comes and mingles with my tears
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| Why I’m crying I will never know
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| And the rain comes and mingles with my tears
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| Why I’m crying, I will never know |