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Reasoned verse, some prose or rhyme |
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Lose themselves in other times |
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And waiting hopes cast cast silent spells |
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That speak in clouded clues. |
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It cannot be a part of me, |
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For now it's part of you. |
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Careful plays on fields |
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That seems to vanish when they're in between |
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And softly as I walk away |
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In freshly tattered shoe. |
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It cannot be a part of me |
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For now it's part of you. |
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Sunshine, ragtime |
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Blowing in the breeze. |
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Midnight, looks right |
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Standing more at ease. |
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Silhouettes and figures stay |
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Close to what he had to say |
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And one more time the faded dream |
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Is saddened by the news. |
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It cannot be a part of me |
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For now it's part of you. |
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Well, Sunshine, ragtime |
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Blowing in the breeze. |
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Midnight, looks right |
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Standing more at ease. |
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Sunshine, ragtime |
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Blowing in the breeze. |
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Midnight, looks right |
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Standing more at ease. |
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Silhouettes and figures stay |
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Close to what he had to say |
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And one more time the faded dream |
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Is saddened by the news. |
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It cannot be a part of me |
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For now it's part of you. |
