| Staring at the horizon with all years that weigh
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| Said old Tom Walton: «life's not here to wat»
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| And cheering and toasting with no so clear mind
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| «To pay and to die there’s always time»
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| Marion does not look back to what’s done
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| But let her feel before she has gone
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| While Mr Lancaster, as it clearly appears
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| Is just aiming for another blond beer
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| Don’t fear the horizon
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| Trust me, a road will lead you there
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| And all of your love’s going to remain untouched
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| It’s your certainty, whenever wherever you go
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| And while little Dolly is awaiting the train
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| Hoping its iron will lead her away
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| Mrs Jude Marple smiles to the Plough
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| For all of the joys life can be bestowed |