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Now as I'm settled so old and outired |
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And no one's here to tell about my live |
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I'll sing this lonely tune again and again |
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To bear the echos in my mind. |
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The things |
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I did - the words |
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I said Though time passed by - |
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I can't forget |
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In hopeless times - alone |
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I've cried |
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Time, time - pass me by! |
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A youngster's guilt once taken upon |
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The strengthening shoulders of a growing man |
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The weakness age has rolled in 'em pines |
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Has not reduced the burdens |
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I bear. Alone |
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I stood amidst the river |
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That flooded lightness onto my soul |
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As a simple tune so true in its beauty was swirling across the glitters of light. |
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And as my eyes focused upon a distant glitter amidst the woods |
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The sudden ungreening of the trees unvailed a singing maiden's outstanding line. "Step forward to the shimmering one! Be kind to me my blistered feet! Obey! My swollen tongue for once in my life I have to - to..." |
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But not I moved for all my might |
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The maiden smiled and walked on by. |
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No scream, no words - just the pain that echos on and on again. |
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Since then |
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I never saw again |
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The skirts of springtime wandering by. |
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For all the colours of the world |
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Look dim compared to what |
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I saw that day. |
