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I'm older than the moon |
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And twice as wise |
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But I keep myself together |
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As I make way through this crowd |
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For if I would breathe out |
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I would sweep everyone of there high, high heels |
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Now wont you please use me for my soul is grand |
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My brain's partly ? |
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And I'm excellent in bed |
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Let's forget about tomorrow and the price upon my head |
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Let's forget |
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And let us dance |
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All stiff and athletic |
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Over us the moon surrounded with stars |
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The consequent ascetics |
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Stand out so young, so fresh and modern |
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Next to the fading glory of all things living |
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Things in the world |
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You divide them in three |
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It's the light |
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It's the dark |
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It's what comes in between |
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My love I'm afraid we belong to the latter |
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Destined to dwell in the midst of all matter |
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Days are like islands |
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And nights are like oceans |
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Fortune and fame come and go with the tide |
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As there's virtue and vice |
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And love and denial and regret |
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And here we dance |
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All stiff and athletic |
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Over us the moon surrounded with stars |
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The consequent ascetics |
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Stand out so young, so fresh and modern |
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Next to the fading glory of all things living |
