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Now is the time for your loving, dear, |
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And the time for your company, |
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Now when the light of reason fails |
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And fires burn on the sea; |
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Now in this age of confusion |
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I have need for your company. |
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For I am a wild and a lonely child |
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And the son of an angry man; |
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And now with the high wars raging |
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I would offer you my hand; |
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For we are the children of darkness |
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And the prey of a proud, proud land. |
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It's once I was free to go roaming in |
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The wind of a springtime mind; |
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And once the clouds I sailed upon |
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Were sweet as lilac wine; |
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So why are the breezes of summer, dear, |
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Enlaced with a grim design? |
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And where was the will of my father when |
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He raised his sword on high? |
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And where was my mother's wailing when |
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Our flags were justified? |
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And where will we take our pleasure when |
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Our bodies have been denied? |
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So now is the time for your loving, dear, |
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And the time for your company, |
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Now when the light of reason fails |
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And fires burn on the sea; |
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Now in this age of confusion |
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I have need for your company. |
