| Aho, Aho, Aho, Aho
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| Aho, Aho, Aho
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| Aho, Aho, Aho
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| Can a knife cut through your still water?
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| Aho, Aho, Aho
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| In the mountain hides a sweet daughter
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| Aho, Aho, Aho
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| Like a bird I fly through the ages
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| Aho, Aho, Aho
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| And this is how I turn back my pages
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| Everything under, the rain and the thunder they pull
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| Melodies open, the bird it has spoken in full
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| Down on the river, the boat man delivered the name
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| And now I repeat it to swallow the secret untamed
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| Aho, Aho, Aho
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| Can a knife cut through your still water?
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| Aho, Aho, Aho
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| In the mountain hides a sweet daughter
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| Aho, Aho, Aho
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| Like a bird I fly through the ages
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| Aho, Aho, Aho
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| And this is how I turn back my pages
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| Turn it back, turn it back
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| Back when the sweet moon song never lacked
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| Back when the land was filled with warriors
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| Sweet euphoria, that was a fact
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| Back when I never ever counted those leaves on the trees
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| We jumped those seas
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| Back when the fable was strong
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| All night long
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| Back when the love was the key, you see
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| Well the boat man gave me a name
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| Now I repeat it, constantly feed it
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| I need it, all wise men seek it
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| In my heart I keep it
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| Now that the earth is turning real fast
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| I hold on strong just to make it all last
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| This storm, it soon shall pass
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| Give thanks and praise at last
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| The house of song is ash
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| Birbal whispers from my past
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| Tell them all the bird is leaving it’s cage
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| Heard that word from a great great sage
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| On a different page
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| I don’t speak hollow
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| These words are full, come follow
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| And if you seek tomorrow
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| The rains will wash your sorrow
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| Bless… |