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The curtain rises on the scene, |
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With someone chanting to be free. |
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The play unfolds before my eyes, |
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Descends the actor who is me. |
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The sleeping hours take us far, |
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From traffic, telephones, and fear. |
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Put out your problems with a cat, |
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Escape until a bell you hear. |
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Our reasons are the same, |
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But there's no one we can blame, |
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For there's no where we need go, |
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And the only truth we know, comes so easily. |
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The sound |
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I have heard in your hello, |
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Oh darling, you're almost part of me. |
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Oh darling, you're all |
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I'll ever see. |
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It's such a rainy afternoon, |
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No point in going anywhere. |
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The sounds just drift across my room, |
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I wish this feeling |
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I could share. |
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It's such a rainy afternoon, |
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She sits and gazes from her window. |
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Her mind tries to recall his face, |
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A feeling deep inside her grows. |
