We all have dreams, let's keep on chasing
If you want to fly, leave your worries behind
Whatever comes in our way, let's all be safe
What goes up comes down, let's not be broken parts
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Split the Lark—and you'll find the Music—
Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled—
Scantilly dealt to the Summer Morning
Saved for your Ear when Lutes be old.