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Let the river rock you like a cradle |
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Climb to the treetops, child, if you're able |
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Let your hands tie a knot across the table |
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Come and touch the things you cannot feel |
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And close your fingertips and fly where I can't hold you |
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Let the sun rain fall and let the dewy clouds enfold you |
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And maybe you can sing to me the words I just told you |
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If all the things you feel ain't what they seem |
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Then don't mind me 'cause I ain't nothin' but a dream |
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The mockin' bird sings each different song |
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Each song has wings, they won't stay long |
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Do those who hear think he's doing wrong? |
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While the church bell tolls its one note song |
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And the school bell is tinkling to the throng |
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Come here where your ears cannot hear |
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And close your eyes, child, and listen to what I'll tell you |
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Follow in the darkest night the sounds that may impel you |
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And the song that I am singing may disturb or serve to quell you |
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If all the sounds you hear ain't what they seem |
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Then don't mind me 'cause I ain't nothin' but a dream |
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The rising smell of fresh cut grass |
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Smothered cities choke and yell with fuming gas |
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I hold some grapes up to the sun |
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And their flavor breaks upon my tongue |
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With eager tongues we taste our strife |
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And fill our lungs with seas of life |
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Come taste and smell the waters of our time |
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And close your lips, child, so softly I might kiss you |
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Let your flower perfume out and let the winds caress you |
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As I walk on through the garden, I am hoping I don't miss you |
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If all the things you taste ain't what they seem |
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Then don't mind me 'cause I ain't nothin' but a dream |
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The sun and moon both arise |
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And we'll see them soon through days and nights |
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But now silver leaves are mirrors, bring delights |
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And the colors of your eyes are fiery bright |
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While darkness blinds the skies with all its light |
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Come see where your eyes cannot see |
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And close your eyes, child and look at what I'll show you |
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Let your mind go reeling out and let the breezes blow you |
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And maybe when we meet then suddenly I will know you |
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If all the things you see ain't quite what they seem |
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Then don't mind me 'cause I ain't nothin' but a dream |
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And you can follow and you can follow; follow |
