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When I was in Switzerland

I had a golden horse

We rode across the island

We dove into the sun

There’s no place we couldn’t have gone

When I was in Switzerland

 

Coming to the rescue

Leading me across the rigid

Riding on the clocks in the sky

There’s a sunken stairway and an open door

Always looking

This is when… I was in Switzerland

12-08-1989/1

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