I once read a story in an old dusty book

And it seemed so real to me, I could really take a look

Inside the world that once existed long before my time

It felt familiar, like I was given a sign



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I saw the view of a miller sitting on a bench

He was playing these old folk songs on his lute

And he slowly sang along with the music, oh so plain

From the heart this old man played, I saw the passion

to remain



Melodies rose for eternity,

They came from a soul of gtratefulness and dignity

We've watched the river flow into the valley coloured

green

I would trade my place to be captured in this dream



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There was no intention to be heard, no way

Always satisfied and pleased to see the light of day

This spirit's more worth than all diamonds and

mountains of gold

Enjoy the little things in life, that's what I've been

told



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... I saw the passion to remain