| Joy and fear and resentment
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| Hang like stars in the apartment
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| The nights, once cold, are now torrid
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| But a salty breeze is rolling in
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| So I toss under the sheets beside
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| A full moon and my bitter bride
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| Sleepless with trepidation
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| 'Cause the bough is close to breaking
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| And spring has come to Bedlam
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| Bluebirds stole each foolish breadcrumb
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| Spring has come, full bloom, to Bedlam
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| I used to watch her get ready
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| For morning classes every week
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| Now she’s putting on a uniform
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| And everything else on the back burner
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| Suddenly each selfish whim
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| Comes racing back and barges in
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| And I curse myself for thinking
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| I could ever be a kid again
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| 'Cause spring has come to Bedlam
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| The witches whispered «Soon we’ll get them»
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| Spring has come, full bloom, to Bedlam
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| Bluebirds stole each foolish breadcrumb
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| Spring has come, full bloom, to Bedlam
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| The witches whispered «Soon we’ll get them»
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| Spring has come, full bloom, to Bedlam |