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Broken hearted and sad, I walk upright; |
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A dumb ape in a world of dumb apes, |
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A log in the waves. |
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Knowing sorrow's always beside me, I walk upright. |
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"O crown of light!" I sometimes say, |
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"I know you're grand, |
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But I must not forget my wife, |
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So I hold her hand" |
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And with the wide-eyes sorrow brings |
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We see it all |
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Like logs in the waves: |
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Effortless through oceans squalls, |
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And we know storms are relentless, |
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So so are we. We will not leave. |
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Sadness, my wife, and I |
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are honest with each other |
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And in mornings, I reach my hand under the quilt |
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where she hides |
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To tickle her feet |
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and at my touch, |
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She cracks a smile |