Long ago, a young man sits and plays his waiting game.
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But things are not the same it seems as in such tender dreams.
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Slowly passing sailing ships and Sunday afternoon.
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Like people on the moon I see are things not meant to be.
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Where do those golden rainbows end? Why is this song so sad?
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Dreaming the dreams I've dreamed my friend, loving the love I love
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to love is just a word I've heard when things are being said.
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Stories my poor head has told me cannot stand the cold.
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And in between what might have been and what has come to pass,
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a misbegotten guess alas and bits of broken glass.
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Where do your golden rainbows end? Why is this song I sing so sad?
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Dreaming the dreams I dream my friend, loving the love I love to love to love to love.
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Long Ago And Far Away
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| James Taylor |
