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If i could sing like the poets and kings of this world |
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If i could rise like the wind or the tides of the sea |
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I would sing you to sleep my love with sweet melody |
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And let you dream away till the morning light returned again |
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To take you away from me |
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If i could speak with the tongues of the masters of old |
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If i could tame all the fleeting perceptions i hold |
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Would i stand in the marketplace before |
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To be shouted down without any warning at all, to be stood by the wall |
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And shot by the man in blue |
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If i could run with the grace of a sun-colored stallion |
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If i could fly like the great silver jets in the morning |
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If i caused the wind to change with one wave of my hand |
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And if i could play the final symphony and set it free |
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Would it mean anything to you |
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If i could stand like a rusty old man in his armor |
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If i could ride the steed that he rode in his time |
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I would turn his head away to the river |
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And let him wander through the meadow grass, wild and free |
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For everyone to see |
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If i could sing like the poets and kings of this world |
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If i could rise like the wind or the tides of the sea |
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I would sing you to sleep my love with sweet melody |
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And let you dream away till the morning light returned again |
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To take you away from me |
