| Oh, I’d rather go and journey
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| Where the diamond crescent’s flowing
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| And run across the valley
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| Beneath the sacred mountain
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| And wander through the forest
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| Where the trees have leaves of prisms
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| That break the light up into colors
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| That no one knows the names of
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| And when it’s time, I’ll go and wait
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| Beside the legendary fountain
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| 'Til I see your form reflected
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| In its clear and jeweled waters
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| And if you think I’m ready
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| You may lead me to the chasm
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| Where the rivers of our visions
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| Flow into one another
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| And I’ll stay a while and wonder
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| At the mist that they’ve created
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| And lose myself within it
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| Mends my mind and body
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| And I know at that moment
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| As I stand in that cathedral
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| I will want to die beneath
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| The white cascading water
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| She may beg and she may plead
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| And she may argue with your logic
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| And mention all the things I’ll lose
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| That really have no value
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| Though I doubt that she will ever
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| Come to understand my meaning
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| In the end, she’ll surely know
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| I was not born to follow |