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![]() Getting lonely, getting old Can you feel me? Hey you, standing in the aisles With itchy feet and fading smiles Can you feel me? Hey you, dont help them to bury the light Don't give in without a fight. |
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![]() And part of mine be yours. Brother and sister we shall be Whose unity endures. Always the sister doll will cry, Made in these careful ways, Cry on and on, Come back to me, Come back, in a few days. |
![]() And dissolve into our judgement all their codes. Then, being clogged, with a natural hesitation (People are continually asking one the way out), Let us stand here and admit that we have no road. |
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