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One lies in waiting for |
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One mind who wants for more |
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Four arms plain for one goal |
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Two more will make one whole, but when? |
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And it comes on slow |
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And it folds what know |
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Yet it seems so far |
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When all is gained or lost |
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What will measure mine? |
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Could I leave it now |
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When so tired am I |
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What is suffering? |
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Eight arms slave for one goal |
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Two more will make one whole |
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With questions of control |
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Could I be bought or sold today? |
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And it comes on slow |
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And it folds what know |
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Yet it seems so far |
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When all is gained or lost |
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What will measure mine? |
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Could I leave it now |
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When so tired am I |
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What is suffering? |
