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overhead the albatross |
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hangs motionless upon the air |
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and deep beneath the rolling waves |
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in labyrinths of coral caves |
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an echo of a distant time |
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comes willowing across the sand |
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and everything is green and submarine. |
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and no one showed us to the land |
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and no one knows the where's or why's. |
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something stirs and something tries |
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and starts to climb toward the light. |
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strangers passing in the street |
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by chance two separate glances meet |
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and i am you and what i see is me. |
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and do i take you by the hand |
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and lead you through the land |
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and help me understand |
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the best i can. |
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and no one calls us to move on |
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and no one forces down our eyes |
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no one speaks and no one tries |
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no one flies around the sun.... |
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(music) |
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cloundless everyday you fall |
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upon my waking eyes, |
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inviting and inciting me |
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to rise. |
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and through the window in the wall |
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come streaming in on sunlight wings |
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a million bright ambassadors of morning. |
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and no one sings me lulabyes |
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and no one makes me close my eyes |
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so i throw the windows wide |
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and call to you across the sky.... |
