(Cat Stevens, Milton Nascimento)
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Midnight come, colors are melting
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White moon shivering on the sea
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Like a ghost up to the mountain
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Wax Queen will carry me
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I can see the forest for miles
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All the creatures small and large
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If you crumble I won't be living
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For my love would have no house
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Mountain, oh mighty mountain
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Show me secrets you have
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So I may become brother to Moses
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And live, live and be glad
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I can feel all of your powers
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Growing lighter in the dark
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If you crumble I won't be living
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For my love would have no heart
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White moon, white as my skeleton
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Who has seen martyrs among my brothers
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Yet strength remained in me to write the song
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Say no more! The children already know
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And their dreams grow strong like the trees
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In their minds where thoughts are plotted
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Is also where crystal suns are forged
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And they will be older than a thousand years
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So that they may open the deserts of the heart
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And in these dreams of the mountain
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Friendship will surface
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Mountain
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| Cat Stevens |
