| Ancient sore oculi
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| Couldn’t see the change
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| But blissful lights still happen
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| Through the darkest days
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| She strokes her hair
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| In the bathroom sink
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| It lost volume
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| It lost the will to give
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| I gave up On falling asleep
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| As the hands began to shove
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| Before you’ve even seen it The old horizon’s gone
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| Another recollection
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| Of the blind, deaf summer sun.
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| But eyes are not the be all
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| And end all of the west
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| The east may hold a pair now
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| But maybe just address the doubts you have
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| There’s no great rush to make this change
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| She showed some sense some time ago
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| When she was happy
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| She thought that this would make her happier.
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| I’ve told you for the fifth time
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| I’ve told you for the twelfth
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| I’ll give up just when you will
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| You better warn yourself
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| You’ll get left back
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| In the cold and rain
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| And now and again
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| Balancing your roles
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| I see you get bogged down
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| And though you say it’s not good
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| Your life still lingers on And so now, little gosling,
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| Don’t become a swan.
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| I tried to be so special
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| And I thought I was alone
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| I wanted to be special
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| But I failed us all
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| So please, now,
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| Please just trust me Your life still lingers on And so now, little gosling
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| Don’t become a swan |