Last night I dreamed of icy cliffs
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Standing on the precipice
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I leaned to see just where the edge would take me
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The wind came up, I closed my eyes
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I heard a shout and to my surprise
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A hand reached out and pulled me back to safety
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What's a hand, what's a dream
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Who can say what it means
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When everything that you know
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Can disappear
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Don't look back, the spirits cry
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Just be glad to be alive
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Everything that you love is right here
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Everything that you love:
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Life feels smaller than this stone
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Worn smooth inside my palm
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I keep it like a charm inside my pocket
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I keep thinking I'll flame out
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Leave no one with a doubt
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That I was meant to fire like a rocket
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What's a stone, what's a flame
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There's always someone else to blame
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When everything that you know disappears
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Don't look back the spirits cry
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Just be glad to be alive
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Everything that you need is right here
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Everything that you need:.
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When I'm left here on the shore
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The ancient basalt moor
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Will beckon me to sleep among its heather
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Who's not tempted to fold in
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So that sleep may come again
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Where the fire and the ice hide their treasure
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Everything that you love
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Everything that you need
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Iceland
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Mary Chapin Carpenter |