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(brooker / reid) |
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It's not that i'm so cheerful, though i'll always raise a smile |
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And if at times my nonsense rhymes then i'll stand trial |
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My friends are all around me but they only breathe through fear |
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Were i to cry, i'm sure that still they'd never see a tear |
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In darkness through my being here, away from you |
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The bright light of your star confronts me shining through |
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Dull and sullen, much subdued, my skull a stony glaze |
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Whirlpools rage on constantly, i'm not so well these days |
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There must be something somewhere near who sees what's being done |
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The harbour lights are burning bright, my wax is almost run |
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In darkness through my being here, away from you |
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The bright light of your star confronts me, shining through |
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Come lollard, raise your lute and sing, and to my ears her beauty bring |
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Like maddox in the days of old we'll feast and drink until we fold |
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And folding still we'll spare a thought for what's been lost and what's been caught |
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And maybe then begin again for love is life, not poison |
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In darkness through my being here, away from you |
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The bright light of your star confronts me, shining through |