| It won’t be darker
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| Everyone told me It won’t be darker
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| A flowery phrase
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| Some friends are leaving
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| They simply go to sleep
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| And shaking darkness
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| Slowly ripening
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| I saw a weary man
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| He watched the playground
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| Where children dreamed of things he used to dream of…
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| «One says that every sort of human being loses, after reaching
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| a certain age, his ability to see
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| The world with amazing eyes. |
| But who can maintain this without the knowledge,
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| Without the wisdom of infinity? |
| We’re still dazzling ourselves with
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| sparks of ignorance.
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| I won’t go that way!»
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| I saw the weary man
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| He turned his heart away from the playground
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| He looked so sad — as sad as me |