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I've seen a bit of Amsterdam and a bit of Prague |
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I've seen a bit of London, twice ,between the fog |
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I've seen the North Cathedral and the bars around the beach |
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Dublin and Vienna and a dozen more of each |
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I've spent a year in exile in the forest to the deep |
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The clouds go overhead the spirits that they keep |
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The one minute opening your eyes in no place |
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Resignation fond with the scales on your face |
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Long live The Hudson River Valley |
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I've come to California near the place I was born |
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I've shed the last remains and myself pity and myself score |
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I've come across the Ambers that were left in 'ways |
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I won' come up to'and set them to a blaze |
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Oh, long live The Hudson River Valley |
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I've flew from New York City |
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Lack of sight as I was told |
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And still I must return to always place that I'll be close |
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And 'til I can retire far away where I can hear |
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The sounds that my heart now has come to cherish dear |
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Oh, long live The Hudson |
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Oh, long live The Hudson |
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Oh, long live The Hudson River Valley |