and she's buying a stairway to heaven. . .

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"and she's buying a stairway to heaven . . ."
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There's a feeling I get
When I look to the west
And my spirit is crying
For leaving

Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow?
And did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind?

And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold
And if you listen very hard
The truth will come to you at last
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll

And she's buying a stairway
To heaven...