Sung to sleep
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by a distant lullaby
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filtered through raindrops and leaves.
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Suddenly he's aware, this is no dream
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is this real
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what's happening
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for some nights now
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I thought he lived in my dreams
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but I hear him somewhere outside
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Chorus:
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Tempted and bewildered
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standing spellbound
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all the crazy questions
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circling around
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from my secret place
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somewhere in these magic trees
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I can see his spirit clearly
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In the midst
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of a thrash of rainy boughs
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still the song rides on the wind
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such a luminous sound.
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He tried to trace
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but it seems to come from all directions
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hidden miracles
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dancing just beyond our grasp
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will they ever be revealed
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Tempted and bewildered
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standing spellbound
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all the crazy questions
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circling around
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Chorus
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RAINDROPS AND LEAVES
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| The Renaissance |
