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Shapes of things before my eyes |
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Just teach me to despise |
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Will time make men more wise |
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Here within my lonely frame |
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My eyes just hurt my brain |
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But will it seem the same |
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Come tomorrow will I be older |
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Come tomorrow may be a soldier |
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Come tomorrow may I be bolder than today |
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Now the trees are almost green |
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But will they still be seen |
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When time and tide have been |
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Fall into your passing hands |
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Please don't destroy these lands |
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Don't make them desert sands |
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Come tomorrow will I be older |
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Come tomorrow may be a soldier |
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Come tomorrow may I be bolder than today |
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Soon I hope that I will find |
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Thoughts deep within my mind |
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That won't disgrace my kind |