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A winter's day |
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In a deep and dark December |
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I am alone |
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Gazing from my window |
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To the streets below |
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On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow |
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I am a rock |
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I am an island |
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I've built walls |
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A fortress steep and mighty |
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That none may penetrate |
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I have no need of friendship |
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Friendship causes pain |
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It's laughter and it's loving I disdain |
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I am a rock |
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I am an island |
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Don't talk of love |
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Well I've heard the word before |
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It's sleeping in my memory |
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I won't disturb the slumber |
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Of feelings that have died |
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If I never loved, I never would have cried |
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I am a rock |
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I am an island |
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I have my books |
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And my poetry to protect me |
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I am shielded in my armor |
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Hiding in my room |
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Safe within my womb |
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I touch no one, and no one touches me |
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I am a rock |
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I am an island |
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And a rock feels no pain |
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And an island never cries |
