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Skylark,
have you anything to say to me?
Won't you tell me where my love can be?
Is there a meadow in the mist,
where someone's waiting to be kissed?
Skylark,
have you seen a valley green with Spring,
where my heart can go a journeying,
over the shadows and the rain,
to a blossom-covered lane?
And in your lonely flight,
haven't you heard the music in the night,
wonderful music,
faint as a will o' the wisp, crazy as a loon,
sad as a gypsy serenading the moon
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Oh, Skylark,
I don't know if you can find these things,
but my heart is riding on your wings,
so, if you see them anywhere,
won't you lead me there?
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