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Dancing sprites in warm summernights |
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Are playing on their secret place |
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Divinities under big old trees |
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Are telling tales of long forgotten days |
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That's where the good winds blow |
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Over me |
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And the watercourse is running free |
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Into the sea |
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Water-nymphs are teasing golden shrimps |
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While Neptune is turning the tide |
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Rainbows are bowing and stars are glowing |
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When Jupiter goes to the skies |
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That's where the good winds blow |
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Over my head |
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And the hand of peace left over the earth |
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Since the mighty first when through universe |
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And rested for a while, that was the birth... |
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Water-nymphs are teasing golden shrimps |
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While Neptune is turning the tide |
|
Rainbows are bowing and stars are glowing |
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When Jupiter goes to the skies |
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That's where the good winds blow |
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Over my head |
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And the hand of peace left over the earth |
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Since the mighty first when through universe |
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And rested for a while, that was the birth... |