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Many years have passed me by, its true |
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Many dreams have vanished from my view |
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I've chased them all |
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But there has been no answer |
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Though I recall |
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My innocence and laughter |
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I'm feeling older now |
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But what comes after this is through |
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Time had traced its maps across my face |
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Sign and lines for you to navigate |
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And in the end |
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There will be no returning |
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Lets not pretend |
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No regrets and no yearnings |
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Could keep and fill your heart |
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If all you've got to what you do |
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The ancient quest for meaning calls me now |
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Over the edge of my horizon |
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And all the fields of green that I must plow |
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To reap the harvest of the stars |
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I see the isle of Avalon |
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So blue, so green and real |
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I feel the smile, the victory won |
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By thinking words I feel |
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The broken beat of holy drums |
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Flashing eyes of suns |
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The chalice fills and overflows |
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Then ancient day's begun |
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Sail on you pilgrim wonderers |
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On tides of blessed faith |
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Here in this land of Albion |
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Two thousand years from you |
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Two thousand years from you |
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Two thousand years from you I will |