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Oceana in my heart |
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Oceana carry with her |
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all the lost dreams |
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as a treasure |
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hidden underneath her wings |
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I went away |
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to the outer hills |
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where no trees can grow |
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and no man live |
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With my head held high |
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I asked the northwind |
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will you please |
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take me with you |
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And the wind lifted me up |
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like a bird whose wings were spread |
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merely to put me down |
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I went to the moon |
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when she was shining as bright |
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as i have ever seen her |
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May i borrow some of the light |
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that you possess |
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But the moonbeam |
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could not reach deep enough |
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Then i saw her face |
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as the waves went away |
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She told me |
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she had been waiting |
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Cold winter nights |
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I walk upon the frozen earth |
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The moon lights my way |
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The northwind embraces me |
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tells me to go on |
