| He plays at funerals and dances
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| Everyone calls here and there.
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| And neither there nor here can he stay:
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| Waiting here and there again.
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| And again, the bow creates sound.
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| One hundred new weddings, one hundred separations.
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| He plays at funerals and dances
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| Our whole life is one of two things.
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| When trouble knocks on the house - do not cry,
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| We are here with you not forever.
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| Whatever happens - never cry,
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| Play, and grief is not a problem.
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| And someday not at all where you need to be,
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| The deadline is up, the bell will ring.
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| And I will remember everyone who walked beside me,
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| All that he could, that he could not.
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| Nothing is eternal under the Moon,
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| I will fall on the globe of the earth.
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| Let there be no commissars in dusty helmets,
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| Let him play on me.
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| losing
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| He plays at funerals and dances
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| Everyone calls here and there.
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| And neither there nor here can he stay:
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| Waiting here and there again.
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| And again, the bow creates sound.
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| One hundred new weddings, one hundred separations.
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| He plays at funerals and dances
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| Our whole life is one of two |