Woman of a thousand years
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How are your sons of a time ago
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Do they still admire your silvered ways
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As you go down
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To the sea and golden sand
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You may be seen up in the sky
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And from the land
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Or floating by, a fisherman's day
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Flying down from a high
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She is gone, and then appears
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From the water's edge
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Woman of a thousand years
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He waits to see you...
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You may be seen up in the sky
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And from the land
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Or floating by, a fisherman's day
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Flying down from a high
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She is gone, and then appears
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From the water's edge
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He waits to see you
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For it has been long since you left him
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On his own to wander
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Woman of a thousand years
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How are your sons of a time ago
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Do they still admire your silvered ways
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As you go down
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To the sea and golden sand
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Woman Of 1000 Years
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| Fleetwood Mac |
