(McNabb)
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When day is done, wind in my sails,
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With confidence, how could we fail,
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Fingers can pass through fire,
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And somehow not get burned,
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Hang your hopes upon, all you've learned,
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Chorus: Only when I find you,
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Will I use your lines for guidance,
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Will I subsequently fumble,
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Through the reasons to be gained,
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Bind me up with promises, lend me to the wisdom of your ways,
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Will you find it in yourself,
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To reap the richest harvest then...
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Those aisles are long,
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With wisdom worn,
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And it was here,
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Our love was born...
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Repeat Chorus
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Reap the richest harvest once again
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Reaping The Rich Harvest
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The Icicle Works |