| Leave the sleep and let the springtime talk
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| In tongues from the time before man
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| Listen to a daffodil tell her tale
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| Let the guest in, walk out, be the first to greet the morn
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| The meadows of heaven await harvest
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| The cliffs unjumped, cold waters untouched
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| The elsewhere creatures yet unseen
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| Finally your number came up, free fall awaits the brave
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| Come
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| Taste the wine
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| Race the blind
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| They will guide you from the light
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| Writing noughts till the end of time
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| Come
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| Surf the clouds
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| Race the dark
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| It feeds from the runs undone
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| Meet me where the cliff greets the sea
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| The answer to the riddle before your eyes
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| Is in dead leaves and fleeting skies
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| Returning swans and sedulous mice
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| Writings on the gardens book, in the minute of a lover's look
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| Building a sandcastle close to the shore
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| A house of cards from a worn out deck
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| A home from the fellowship, poise and calm
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| Write a lyric for the song only you can understand
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| Come
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| Taste the wine
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| Race the blind
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| They will guide you from the light
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| Writing noughts till the end of time
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| Come
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| Surf the clouds
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| Race the dark
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| It feeds from the runs undone
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| Meet me where the cliff greets the sea
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| Riding hard every shooting star
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| Come to life, open mind, have a laugh at the orthodox
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| Come, drink deep let the dam of mind seep
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| Travel with great élan, dance a jig at the funeral
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| Come
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| Taste the wine
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| Race the blind
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| They will guide you from the light
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| Writing noughts till the end of time
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| Come
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| Surf the clouds
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| Race the dark
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| It feeds from the runs undone
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| Meet me where the cliff greets the sea
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| Come! |