Fly me to the north, to where the gentle lilacs never bloom
To where their fragrance never once again will enter my room
To where the whiteness is the only thing that I can see.
I just don’t want to have to feel your sadness all around me

Fly me to where the branches of the tall oak tree can’t shield me
To where the butterfly will never again, fly past me
To where the moonbeams cannot light the sadness of your face
To where the cold will numb my heart, so that you cannot hurt me

But on the way I will stop, by the bluest of all seas
I will find me a sea-smooth shell
And I will listen to the softness as I put it to my ear
To my ear, to my ear, to my ear

Fly me to the north, to where the gentle lilacs never bloom
To where their fragrance never once again will enter my room
To where the whiteness is the only thing that I can see
I just don’t want to have to feel your sadness all around… me

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