Oh, I'd rather go and journey where the
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Diamond crescent's flowing
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And run across the valley
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Beneath the sacred mountain
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And wander through the forest
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Where the trees have leaves of prisms
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That break the light up into colors
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That no one knows the names of
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And when it's time I'll go and wait
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Beside the legendary fountain
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Till I see your form reflected
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In its clear and jeweled waters
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And if you think I'm ready
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You may lead me to the chasm
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Where the rivers of our visions
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Flow into one another
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And I'll stay awhile and wonder
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At the mist that they've created
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And lose myself within it
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Cleanse my mind and body
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And I know at that moment
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As I stand in that cathedral
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I will want to dive
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Beneath the white cascading water
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She may beg and she may plead
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And she may argue with your logic
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Mention all the things I'll lose
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That really have no value
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Though I doubt that she will ever
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Come to understand my meaning
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In the end she'll surely know
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I wasn't born to follow
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Wasn't Born To Follow
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| Carole King |
