Текст песни Beyond and Before - Yes
                                                Sparkling 
                                                trees 
                                                of 
                                                silver 
                                                foam 
                                                cast 
                                                shadows 
                                                soft 
                                                in 
                                                winter 
                                                home
 
                                    
                                
                                                Swaying 
                                                branches 
                                                breaking 
                                                sound, 
                                                lonely 
                                                forest 
                                                trembling 
                                                ground
 
                                    
                                
                                                Masquerading 
                                                leaves 
                                                of 
                                                blue 
                                                run 
                                                circles 
                                                round 
                                                the 
                                                morning 
                                                dew
 
                                    
                                
                                                Patterns 
                                                understood 
                                                by 
                                                you, 
                                                reaching 
                                                out 
                                                beyond 
                                                and 
                                                before
 
                                    
                                
                                                Time, 
                                                like 
                                                gold 
                                                dust, 
                                                brings 
                                                mind 
                                                down 
                                                to 
                                                levels 
                                                hidden 
                                                underground
 
                                    
                                
                                                Say 
                                                    a 
                                                few 
                                                words 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                wind, 
                                                that's 
                                                all 
                                                that's 
                                                left 
                                                of 
                                                winter's 
                                                friend
 
                                    
                                
                                                Reaching 
                                                the 
                                                snow 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                days 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                cold, 
                                                casting 
                                                    a 
                                                spell 
                                                out 
                                                of 
                                                ice
 
                                    
                                
                                                Now 
                                                that 
                                                you're 
                                                gone
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                summer's 
                                                too 
                                                long 
                                                and 
                                                it 
                                                seems 
                                                like 
                                                the 
                                                end 
                                                of 
                                                my 
                                                life
 
                                    
                                
                                                Beyond 
                                                and 
                                                before
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sparkling 
                                                trees 
                                                of 
                                                silver 
                                                foam 
                                                cast 
                                                shadows 
                                                soft 
                                                in 
                                                winter 
                                                home
 
                                    
                                
                                                Swaying 
                                                branches 
                                                breaking 
                                                sound, 
                                                lonely 
                                                forest 
                                                trembling 
                                                ground
 
                                    
                                
                                                Masquerading 
                                                leaves 
                                                of 
                                                blue 
                                                run 
                                                circles 
                                                round 
                                                the 
                                                morning 
                                                dew
 
                                    
                                
                                                Patterns 
                                                understood 
                                                by 
                                                you, 
                                                reaching 
                                                out 
                                                beyond 
                                                and 
                                                before
 
                                    
                                
                                                Reaching 
                                                the 
                                                snow 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                days 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                cold, 
                                                casting 
                                                    a 
                                                spell 
                                                out 
                                                of 
                                                ice
 
                                    
                                
                                                Now 
                                                that 
                                                you're 
                                                gone
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                summer's 
                                                too 
                                                long 
                                                and 
                                                it 
                                                seems 
                                                like 
                                                the 
                                                end 
                                                of 
                                                my 
                                                life
 
                                    
                                
                                                Beyond 
                                                and 
                                                before
 
                                    
                                
                                                Time, 
                                                like 
                                                gold 
                                                dust, 
                                                brings 
                                                mind 
                                                down
 
                                    
                                
                                                Time, 
                                                like 
                                                gold 
                                                dust, 
                                                brings 
                                                mind 
                                                down
 
                                    
                                
                            1 Something's Coming
2 Lay Lady Lay
3 Roundabout
4 Loyal
5 Sole Survivor
6 Your Move
7 Merlin the Magician
8 Owner of a Lonely Heart
9 Rock And Roll Dreams
10 Astral Traveller
11 Heat of the Moment
12 Beyond and Before
13 Family Tree
14 Countdown to Zero
15 America
16 Journey to the Center of the Earth
17 Sweet Dreams
18 Then
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