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[ti:Long ago and far away] |
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[ar: noon] |
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[al:Best Audiophile Voices VI] |
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Long ago a young man sits and plays his waiting game |
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But things are not the same it seems as in such tender dreams |
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Slowly passing sailing ships and sunday afternoon |
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Like people on the moon I see are things not meant to be |
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Where do those golden rainbows end? |
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Why is this song so sad? |
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Dreaming the dreams I've dreamed my friend |
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Loving the love I love |
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To love is just a word I've heard when things are being said |
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Stories my poor head has told me cannot stand the cold |
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And in between what might have been and what has come to pass |
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A misbegotten guess alas and bits of broken glass |
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Where do your golden rainbows end? |
| [01:53.21] |
Why is this song I sing so sad? |
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Dreaming the dreams I dream my friend |
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Loving the love I love |
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Where did the golden rainbows end? |
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Why is this song I sing so sad? |
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Dreaming the dreams I dream my friend |
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Loving the love I love |
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To love to love to love |
