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If my words did glow with the gold of sunshineAnd my tunes were played on the harp, unstrungWould you hear my voice come through the music?Would you hold it near as it were your own?It's a hand me down, the thoughts are brokenPerhaps they're better left unsungI don't know, don't really careLet there be songs to fill the airRipple in still waterWhen there is no pebble tossed nor wind to blowReach out your hand if your cup be emptyIf your cup is full, may it be againLet it be known, there is a fountainThat was not made by the hands of menAnd there's a road, no simple highwayBetween the dawn and the dark of nightIf you go, no one may followThat path is for your steps aloneRipple in still waterWhen there is no pebble tossed nor wind to blowYou who choose to lead must followBut if you fall, you fall all aloneIf you should stand, who's to guide you?If I knew the way, I would take you home From Letras Mania