Oceana carry with her
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all the lost dreams
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As a treasure
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hidden underneath her wings
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Oceana in my Heart
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I went away
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to The Outer Hills
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Where no trees can grow
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and no man live
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With my head held high
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I asked the Northwind
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Will you please
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take me with you
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And the wind lifted me up
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like a bird whose wings were spread
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Merely to put me down
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I went to the Moon
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When she was shining as bright
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as I have ever seen her
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May I borrow some of The Light
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that you possess
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But the moonbeam
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could not reach deep enough
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Then I saw her face
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As the waves went away
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She told me
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She had been waiting
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Cold winter nights
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I walk upon the frozen earth
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The Moon lights my way
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The Northwind embraces me
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Tells me to go on
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Oceana
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| The 3rd and the Mortal |
