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Sleeping under the sky |
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The barges are gone to a lost decade |
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On overgrown banks here |
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Lovers footsteps went by |
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Long before ever the roads were made |
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And in our turn we passed here |
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And carved our names on trees |
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As the days washed by like |
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Waves of an endless sea |
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Under timeless arcadian skies |
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Under timeless arcadian skies |
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Time runs through your fingers |
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You never hold it at all till it's gone |
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Some fragments just linger with you |
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Like snow in the spring hanging on |
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I left the village behind in the night |
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To fade like a sail on the darkening seas |
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The shifts and changes in the patterns of life |
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Will weather it more than the centuries |
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And in another village in a far off foreign land |
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The new day breaks out opening up its hand |
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And the sun has the moon in his eyes |
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As he wanders the timeless skies |
