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Listen to the song he sings |
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Can't you see his music brings her |
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Crystal sleep |
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As her heavy eyelids fall |
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He's taking her to where the dolls |
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Rule the world |
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And in that land of make believe |
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Is where he'll leave her sleeping |
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Softly warm |
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In a crystal lullaby |
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He's weaving her a paper castle |
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Where dancing clowns with tassels made of fur |
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Welcome her into their world |
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That lives inside the dreams |
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Of every little girl |
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She's guarded by a brave tin soldier |
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Sitting on her shoulder |
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Taken there |
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In a crystal lullaby |
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Sometimes when I listen to |
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The velvet song that fills the summer afternoon |
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Something deep within me sighs |
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And wishes for the peaceful skies |
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Of long ago |
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(*) That wrapped my cares |
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In silver air |
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And carried them away |
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Leaving me ... |
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And a crystal lullaby |
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Repeat (*) |
