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Once
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By Frank Peter Hermsen
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I love these sounds these voices
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The rain in that we use to fall
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In another dark and lonely room
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With a hundred ecoes for one call
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Well we took the horses through the storm
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Didn¢¥t know that we would ride
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Across the whole human universe
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And back again to our desperate pride
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Whatever we missed in all those years
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How many heros came tumbling down
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There¢¥s still a word in the doorway
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And there¢¥s no way around
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Once
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Your guitar is gently weeping
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With my voice near by your side
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Alone where millions should be
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In peace where we should fight
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It¢¥s the blindness conquering our light
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It¢¥s the rattle killing our tragedy
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We gave our blood for memories
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Gave our soul for harmony
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Once there will be a day
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The day we dare to dare to ask
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What¢¥s about the gifts we¢¥ve got
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Is just you and me and the rain at last
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Once there is a shore
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Once a whiter shade of pale
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Once there¢¥ll be just waves
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Once another tale
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Once
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| Another Tale |
