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It was an April morning......

Oh to sail away, To sandy lands and other days
Oh to touch the dream, Hides inside and never seen.

Into the sun the south the north, at last the birds have flown
The shackles of commitment fell, In pieces on the ground
 
Oh to sail away, To sandy lands and other days
Oh to touch the dream, Hides inside and never seen.

Into the sun the south the north, at last the birds have flown
The shackles of commitment fell, In pieces on the ground

:)
 
I'm not a huge fan of that kind of music (although Stairway to Heaven is in my top 3 songs of all time), but those lyrics are very good. I never really paid attention to them, but the lyrics stand alone very well.
 
Then you would likely be fond of these lyrics.....

Oh let the sun beat down upon my face, stars to fill my dream
I am a traveler of both time and space, to be where I have been
To sit with elders of the gentle race, this world has seldom seen
They talk of days for which they sit and wait and all will be revealed
 
Sounds like some kind of eastern mysticism...with a hint of Einstein relativity. I'm sure drugs were involved. :cool:
 
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