| Make it so the handsome
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| Way of what never was
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| Turns to overcast what has become
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| Do away with that which makes
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| A moment so decreet
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| We hesitate ashamed to
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| Really laugh or really weep
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| Maybe man is worth the weight
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| Of what his eyes have seen
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| Maybe there’s a branch of wonder
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| Left here to believe
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| There are places with horizons
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| Above a level ground
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| A man’s as much as the love he leaves
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| Behind in northern towns
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| Make it so what makes us mindful
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| Without reprimand
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| Fall behind the eyes
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| Of every man
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| If the story of our lives becomes
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| Our sufferings penned and left
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| Begin to recount every time
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| You ever really wept |