Oh I'd rather go and journey
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Where the diamond crescent's glowing and
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Run across the valley
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Beneath the sacred mountain
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And Wander through the forest
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Where the trees have leaves of prisms
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And break the light in colors
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That no-one knows the names of
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And when it's time I'll go and wait
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Beside a legendary fountain
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Till I see your form reflected
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In its clear and jeweled waters
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And if you think I'm ready
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You may lead me to the chasm
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Where the rivers of our vision
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Flow into one another
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I will watch her dive beneath
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The white cascading waters
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She may beg she may plead
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She may argue with her logic
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And mention all the things I'll lose
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That really have no value
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In the end she will surely know
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I wasn't born to follow
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Wasn't Born To Follow
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| The Byrds |
