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FLY ME TO THE NORTH TO WHERE THE GENTLE LILACS NEVER BLOOM TO WHERE THEIR FRAGRANCE
NEVER ONCE AGAIN WILL ENTER MY ROOM
TO WHERE THE WHITENESS IS THE ONLY THING THAT I CAN SEE I JUST DON'T WANT TO HAVE TO FEEL YOUR SADNESS ALL AROUND ME FLY ME TO WHERE THE BRANCHES
OF THE TALL OAK TRFF CAN'T SHIELD ME
TO WHERE THE BUTTERFLY WILL NEVER AGAIN FLY PAST ME
TO WHERE THE MOONBEAMS CANNOT LIGHT
THE SADNESS OF YOUR FACE
TO WHERE THE COLD WILL NUMB MY HEART
SO THAT YOU CANNOT HURT ME BUT ON THE WAY I WILL STOP BY THE BLUEST OF ALL SEAS I WILL FIND ME A SEA SMOOTH SHELL AND I WILL LISTEN TO THE SOFTNESS AS I PUT IT TO MY EAR TO MY EAR TO MY EAR
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