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High up above the crowd |
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The great Valerio is walking |
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The rope seems hung from cloud to cloud |
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And time stands still while he is walking |
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His eye is steady on the target |
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His foot is sure upon the rope |
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Alone and peaceful as a mountain |
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And certain as the mountain slope |
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We falter at the sight |
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We stumble in the mire |
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Fools who think they see the light |
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Prepare to balance on the wire |
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But we learn to watch together, |
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And feed on what we see above |
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'Till our hearts turn like the seasons |
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And we are acrobats of love |
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How we wonder, how we wonder |
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Watching far below |
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We would all be that great hero |
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The great Valerio |
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Come all you upstart jugglers |
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Are you really ready yet? |
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Who will help the tightrope walker |
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When he tumbles to the net |
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So come with me to see Valerio |
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As he dances through the air |
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I'm your friend until you use me |
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And then be sure I won't be there |
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How we wonder, how we wonder |
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Watching far below |
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We would all be that great hero |
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The great Valerio |
