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Here I stand acting like a silly clown would, |
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I don't know why Would anybody like to try |
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The changes I'm going through ? |
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A hidden lie would fortify |
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Something that don't exist |
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But it ain't so bad, I'm just a lad, |
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So many more things to do, |
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I intend to come right through them all with you. |
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My songs are merely dreams visiting my mind |
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We talk a while by a crooked stile, |
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You're lucky to catch a few. |
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There's no magic wand in a perfumed hand, |
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It's a pleasure to be true. |
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In my crystal halls a feather falls |
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Being beautiful just for you |
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But that might not be quite true, that's up to you. |
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Dawn crept in unseen to find me still awake |
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A strange young girl sang her songs for me |
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And left 'fore the day was born. |
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That dark princess with saddening jest |
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She lowered her eyes of woe, |
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And I felt her sigh, I wouldn't like to try |
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The changes she's going through |
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But I hope love comes right through them all with you. |
