In someone's hand there is a land
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Where I must surely go, where she is
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To learn what she must know
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When she gives all her love away
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To him that seems as in her dreams
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Unbroken by the storm on the sea
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But quiet deep and warm ever free
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To give his love away
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And when these two have found the land
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The world is not the same
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For though it spins when love begins
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The world is not the same
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This is one change I always have longed for
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I always belonged more to you than to anyone
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And in your hand the stars the sand
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The rain and wind are new, as we live
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And learn what love can do
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When we give all our love away
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And now we too have found the land
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The world is not the same
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For though it spins when love begins
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The world is not the same
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When Love Begins
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| Don McLean |
