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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 man 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 they seem too 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, will I be bolder than today? |
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Soon I hope that I will find |
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Loves deep within my mind |
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I won't disgrace my kind |
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Soon 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 will I be bolder than today? |
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Soon I hope that I will find |
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Loves deep within my mind |
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I won't disgrace my kind |
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Soon into your passing hands |
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Please don't destroy these lands |
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Don't make them desert sands |
