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On the day I was born, |
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Said my father, said he. |
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I've an elegant legacy |
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Waitin' for ye, |
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'Tis a rhyme for your lips |
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And a song for your heart, |
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To sing it whenever |
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The world falls apart. |
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Look, look |
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Look to the rainbow. |
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Follow it over the hill |
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And the stream. |
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Look, look |
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Look to the rainbow. |
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Follow the fellow |
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Who follows a dream. |
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Follow the fellow, |
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Follow the fellow, |
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Follow the fellow |
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Who follows a dream. |
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'Twas a sumptuous gift |
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To bequeath to a child. |
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Oh the lure of that song |
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Kept her feet funnin' wild. |
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For you never grow old |
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And you never stand still, |
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With whippoorwills singin' |
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Beyond the next hill. |
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Look, look |
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Look to the rainbow. |
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Follow it over the hill |
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And the stream. |
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Look, look |
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Look to the rainbow. |
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Follow the fellow |
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Who follows a dream. |
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Follow the fellow, |
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Follow the fellow, |
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Follow the fellow |
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Who follows a dream. |
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Edited by Peter J |
