| Have you ever seen the far side
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| Of a mountain swallow the sky
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| As you travel through the valley
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| And as your speedin still far behind
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| Through the valley where lovers climb
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| Have you ever seen the locust
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| Lean his wings right after a plague
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| Like ascendin of a dark cloud
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| In the sunlight to end the day
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| To kill the sunlight, to end the day
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| Yes it will follow the rain
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| Have you ever seen the quiet
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| Indecision of a man
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| When he’s standing by the fire
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| With an eager friend in his hand
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| Will he ever quite understand
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| That it will follow the rain
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| I said oh my friend
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| It will follow the rain
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| Have you ever seen your baby
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| Getting caught by the lonesome wind
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| And the whistling round the corners
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| Telling you they have let her in
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| Separation can now begin
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| Yes, it will follow now the rain.
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| I said oh my friend.
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| It will follow the rain
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| I said oh my friend
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| It will follow the rain
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| Have you ever seen the far side
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| Of a mountain swallow the sky,
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| As you travel through the valley
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| As you’re speeding still far behind
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| Through the valley where lovers climb
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| Where the children will blink and sigh
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| They have caught a lightning strike
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| In the jar just to watch it die
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| In the valley where lovers climb
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| Yes it will follow the rain
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| I said oh my friend
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| It will follow the rain |