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Overhead the albatross 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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The echo of a distant tide |
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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 wheres or whys |
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But 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 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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And no one speaks and no one tries |
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And no one flies around the sun |
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Now this is the day you fall upon my waking eyes |
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Inviting and inciting me to rise |
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And through the window in the wall |
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Comes streaming in on sunlight wings |
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A million bright ambassadors of morning |
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And no one sings me lullabies |
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And no one makes me close my eyes |
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And so I throw the windows wide |
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And call to you across the sky |
