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Who can tell me if we have heaven,
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Who can say thge way it should be;
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Moonlight holly, the Sappho Comet,
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Angel's tears below a tree.
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You talk of break of morning
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As you view the new aurora,
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Cloud in crimson, the key of heaven,
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One love carved in acajou.
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One told me of China Roses,
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One a Thousand nights and one night,
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Earth's last picture, the end of evening;
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Hue of indigo and blue.
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A new moon leads me to
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Woods of dreams and I follow.
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A new world waits for me;
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My dream, my way.
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I know that if I have heaven
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there is nothing to desire.
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Rain and river, a world of wonder
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May be paradise to me.
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I see the sun...
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I see the stars....
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China Roses (The Memoey Of Trees-1995)
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| Enya |
