Two hearts throwing off sparks
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Young and in love with our freedom
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Moonlight, the soft southern nights
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We were both ripe to fall
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Well I was out on my own
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Playing for all who would listen
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And you were as free as a bird
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Flying from nest to nest
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But somewhere our eyes met
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And our hands reached out
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And we felt a kindred spirit
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And as our faces touched
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I could feel the fire
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And needed so to just be near it
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Oh lord, those moments we soared
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Borne on the wings of our passion
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It seemed then like they'd never end
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But times like that always must '
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Cause then one day I flew far away from you
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I never knew how I'd regret it
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My sweet Magnolia belle you know I've loved you well
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Even if I never said it
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Magnolia, now I see that freedom isn't free
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And love's the only true redeemer
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And when this journey's through
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I'll be coming back for you
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If you'll have this foolish dreamer
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I spend a night now and then passing through town on my travels
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But someday I'm gonna come back to stay
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Magnolia, I'm coming home
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Sweet Magnolia (And The Traveling Salesman)
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| Dan Fogelberg |
