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Let me sing a song for you, |
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let me spin a tale that's true, |
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a story 'bout the days of gold, |
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a story more than ages old. |
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Last echoes of ancient harmonies |
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reflecting their present images |
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like falling leaves that keep their green, |
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falling leaves of wisdom from a Queen. |
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Now let me sing a song for you, |
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let me spin a tale that's true, |
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a story 'bout the days of sun, |
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the days before the Ocean won. |
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Let me sing a song for you, |
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let me spin a tale that's true, |
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a story 'bout the days of light, |
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the days before the darkest night. |
