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So now you tell me that you're leaving, my friend |
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And I can but leave you |
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Into your world blowing |
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There isn't time to say goodbye |
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Nor would I ever wish to |
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You brought me a very many good dreams, my friend |
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And I'll smile beside you |
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For I know I saw you |
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The two halves of our spinning mess |
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Covering our laughter |
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And time may spread it's woven whirlwind, my friend |
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Far beyond our hearing |
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Through eternal raging |
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And yet I hear our voice of love |
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Above the loudest madness |
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So now you tell me that you're leaving, my friend |
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And I can but leave you |
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Fare you well |
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Fare you well |
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We'll meet again along those paving stone |
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Patterns of our living |
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And was it gold or is it silver, my friend? |
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I can hear you crying |
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Through the mist you stumble |
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And when you've taken that last sun |
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We'll watch it in the darkness |
