| III. Urn |
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| I watch 'em all pass by the moon and stars |
| Let me hold him in my arms, forever more |
| These cold nights, the park is ours |
| Standing, by the side |
| Don’t ever leave me, my love |
| Keep holding on, let the modest go As my mind goes to and fro, waking up for one more show |
| We see him in the night, tell him I’m not afraid of him |
| I’m not afraid of 'em, cause I won’t know |
