Two hearts
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Throwing off sparks
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Young and in love with
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our freedom
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Moonlight,
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Those soft, southern nights
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We were both ripe to fall.
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I was
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Out on my own
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Playing for all who
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would listen
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You were
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As free as a bird
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Flying from nest to nest.
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But somewhere our eyes met
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And our hands reached out
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And we felt a kindred spirit
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And as our faces touched
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I could feel the fire
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And needed so to just
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be near it.
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Oh, Lord
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Those moments we soared
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Borne on the wings of
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our passion
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It seemed then
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Like they'd never end
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But times like that
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always must.
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'Cause then one day I flew
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Far away from you
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I never knew how I'd regret it
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My sweet Magnolia belle
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You know I've loved you well
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Even if I never said it.
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Magnolia, now I see
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That freedom isn't free
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And love's the only true
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redeemer
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And when this journey's
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through
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I'll be coming back for you
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If you'll have this
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foolish dreamer.
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I spend
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A night now and then
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Passing through town on
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my travels
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But someday
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I'm gonna come back to stay
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Magnolia, I'm coming home.
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Sweet Magnolia (and the Travelling Salesman)
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| Dan Fogelberg |
