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Where the clouds are made of candy floss,
As the day is born.
When the stars are gone,
We'll race to meet the dawn.
So, when I can only see the grey
Of a sad and very lonely day,
That's when I softly sigh.
On white horses,
Snowy white horses,
Let me ride away.
Where the clouds are made of candy floss
As the day is born.
When the stars are gone,
We'll race to meet the dawn.
So, when I can only see the grey
Of a sad and very lonely day,
That's when I softly sigh:
On white horses,
Snowy white horses,
Let me ride away.
Away
Away