Answer
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Overhead the albatross
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Hangs motionless upon the air
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And deep beneath the rolling waves
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In labyrinths of coral caves
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The echo of a distant time
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Comes willowing across the sand
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And everything is green and submarine
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And no one called us to the land
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And no one knows the wheres or whys
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Something stirs and something tries
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Starts to climb toward the light
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Strangers passing in the street
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By chance two separate glances meet
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And I am you and what I see is me
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And do I take you by the hand
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And lead you through the land
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And help me understand the best I can
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And no one called us to move on
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And no one forces down our eyes
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No one speaks and no one tries
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No one flies around the sun
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Cloudless everyday you fall
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Upon my waking eyes
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Inviting and inciting me to rise
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And through the window in the wall
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Come streaming in on sunlight wings
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A million bright ambassadors of morning
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And no one sings me lullabies
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And no one makes me close my eyes
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So I throw the windows wide
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Call to you across the sky...
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