Somewhere in the early morning,
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Quietly the boy appears.
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Time is standing still for someone,
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His journey took ten thousand years.
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Slowly as he looks around him,
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More than wonder in his eyes.
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Turns his head towards the city,
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Hiding in a child's disguise.
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What is his name?
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He looks the same from here.
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And how can a child with imaginings wild
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Give us something to fear?
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Zaragon, Zaragon.
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When you're sad, do you cry,
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Could you teach me to fly
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And will you ever die, Zaragon?
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Everywhere so much confusion
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Crying out for helping hands.
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Answering a young boy's questions,
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Frightened that he understands.
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Do you remember what lies beyond a star and
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Do you remember how you came so far?
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Hiding traces, do you have many faces?
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Oh Zaragon...
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Do you remember what did you leave behind and
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Do you remember what did you hope to find here?
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Will you remember me? Will you remember me?
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I will remember you, I will remember you,
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Zaragon!
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Leaving as he came a stranger,
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On his way without a sound,
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Feeling more than childhood sorrow
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Deep inside the world he found.
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Zaragon, the boy no longer,
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Knowing what he came to learn.
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And someone who could just be dreaming
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Is waiting for a child's return.
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Zaragon
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| John Miles |
