| As the wind chimes play along the breeze
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| Singing songs to stir the soul,
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| Rainbow colors entwined in fairytales
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| On the maypole...
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| Sing the song of lands from far away,
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| Other times and another place,
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| The wind can carry us all away from here
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| Charmed in her embrace...
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| Leaves turn to red, the nights are getting colder,
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| Seasons will change, the clock ticks on...
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| Leaves fill the trees
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| As the days are getting warmer,
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| Days turn to years, the clock ticks on...
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| A cloak and dagger, no fear of freedom
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| When hearts beat in another time,
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| Ever changing, the clock ticks on,
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| If only in your mind...
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| The wind has died and the chimes are still again
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| The trees stand tall
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| As they cover me in shade
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| In the mirror a maiden stares at me
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| As the secret fades...
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| Leaves turn to red, the nights are getting colder,
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| Seasons will change, the clock ticks on...
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| Leaves fill the trees
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| As the days are getting warmer,
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| Days turn to years, the clock ticks on...
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| And though the clock ticks on to the future
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| It's in the past my heart will stay
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| In a time so far away from me
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| I'll return someday...
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| Leaves turn to red, the nights are getting colder,
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| Seasons will change, the clock ticks on...
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| Leaves fill the trees
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| As the days are getting warmer,
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| Days turn to years, the clock ticks on...
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| Leaves turn to red, the nights are getting colder,
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| Seasons will change, the clock ticks on...
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| Leaves fill the trees
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| As the days are getting warmer,
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| Days turn to years, the clock ticks on...
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| The clock ticks on...
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| The clock ticks on...
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| The clock ticks on...
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| The clock ticks on... |