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And so our time is fields of sleep |
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And so our bed is endless deep |
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And so the waves are grass in sun |
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And so our time has just begun |
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And so our love moves much too fast |
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And sun and sleep can never last |
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love is lost |
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last |
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but one... but once |
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The time was ours we never cared |
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For soaring flights that eagles dared |
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The air was full of peaceful birds |
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Your eyes were moist unspoken words |
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And so our love moves much too fast |
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And sun and eyes can never last |
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Fire is lost |
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last |
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but one... but once |
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Over the hills the good times |
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are sitting under grey clouds |
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And the sound of the love songs |
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Is being lost in the crowds |
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of the magical lessons |
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that you taught me from the walls |
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I forgot all the path ways |
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and I remembered the falls |
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remember... |