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Too many hangars in the closet |
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A clutter of confusion |
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Too little rectitude to holda moral absolute |
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Too much distinction to relate to them |
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Irresolutions we contemplate with no end |
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In this world of give and take |
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And what we refer to as maturityfrom emotional need to technologyhas you, a cultured seed of your society,lacking ability to feel clemency |
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I'm surprized we stillbleed into the abyss of despairthat's hiding the child |
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Compassion you would not dareadmit to have experienced |
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Do you regret looking back? |
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A penitent confessing his sins |
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The child inside of me recalls a time of purity,an outlook of release |
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You remember |
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Confident that you were able |
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A future laid out on your table |
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Running through memoriesa child is free |
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The world restored you see |
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I seeThe child inside of me |