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I met a man, a wise old man, the day I lost my bride.He told me he belonged to me but from me he would hide.And that I would not hear his voice until I learned to sing.Now every time I sing I know that I belong.belong to him.Singing O why...Singing O why...He told me he would teach me everything I tried to know.He made me see that you and me are dreamers in a show.And when the days were darkest then he lit them with his moons.And then we crossed the rainbow bridge but we came back...Came back too soon...Singing O why...Singing O why...He showed me where he was Atman that man I could not see.He pointed to the sky until a ladder I could see.I climbed for many lives to find the secret golden flower.And then I woke and found I'd slept for less than half...Than half an hour.Singing O why...Singing O why...He brought us back together then when I was all alone.He made me see I was not just of earth and skin and bone.O it makes you feel so beautiful you can tell your Self apart.Everytime you listen to the wise man in your heart.Singing O why...Singing O why... From Letras Mania