Is it a kind of dream,
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Floating out on the tide,
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Following the river of death downstream?
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Or, is it a dream?
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There's a fog along the horizon,
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A strange glow in the sky.
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And nobody seems to know where you go.
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And what does it mean?
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Oh, is it a dream?
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Bright eyes,
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Burning like fire.
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Bright eyes,
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How can you close and fail?
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How can the light that burned so brightly
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Suddenly burn so pale?
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Bright eyes.
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Is it a kind of shadow,
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Reaching into the night,
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Wandering over the hills unseen?
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Or is it a dream?
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There's a high wind in the trees,
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A cold sound in the air.
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And nobody ever knows when you go.
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And where do you start,
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Oh, into the dark?
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Bright eyes,
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Burning like fire.
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Bright eyes,
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How can you close and fail?
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How can the light that burned so brightly
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Suddenly burn so pale?
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Bright eyes.
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Bright eyes,
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Burning like fire.
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Bright eyes,
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How can you close and fail?
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How can the light that burned so brightly
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Suddenly burn so pale?
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Bright eyes.
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Bright Eyes
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