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The dew-drop of dawn |
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Are glaring in morningly light |
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The silver clouds gone |
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The indian summer so bright |
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I hear the piper so nigh |
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The westerly wind brings his tone |
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The tree-tops so far in the sky |
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I follow those traces unknown |
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And over the valleys I ride |
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The wild chase a-glow |
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Cause my restless heart's in a constant flow |
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The bliss of the moment in me |
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It is like ambrosia |
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A dovelike temptation for me |
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The wild chase is my endless symphony |
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I'm gathering force everytime |
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When sylvan deities smile |
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Time seems to be out of joint suddenly |
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And I want to roam for a while |
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Wild chase, this trace |
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It's calling me |
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Your grace, embrace |
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A raving beauty |
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