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The world is a running brook |
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Take a look |
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Cold and always moving |
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Blind but never soothing |
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It moves like you and I |
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In the moonlight |
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Perfect like a circle |
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And powerful with energy |
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The world is an open book |
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Take a look |
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Welcome to your own abuse |
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Your greed is your own hangman's noose |
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She takes whatever you can give to her |
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No sooner |
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Never judging |
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No matter how much you seem not to care |
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The world is a bull whose horns you cannot pull |
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Silently rewarding |
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Relentlessly commanding |
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The world's own heart seems to be left behind |
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Your heart was left behind you |
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And I am behind you, too |
