| Oh I’d rather go and journey where the diamond crest is flowing and
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| Run across the valley beneath the sacred mountain and
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| Wander through the forest
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| Where the trees have leaves of prisms and break the light in 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 beside a legendary fountain
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| Till I see your form reflected in it’s clear and jewelled waters
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| And if you think I’m ready
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| You may lead me to the chasm where the rivers of our vision
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| Flow into one another
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| I will want to die beneath the white cascading waters
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| She may beg, she may plead, she may argue with her logic
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| And then she’ll know the things I learned
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| That really have no value in the end she will surely know
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| I wasn’t born to follow |