| There were days, My Life,
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| when everything had a name
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| and certain voices
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| took the liberty of that name
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| and days so white with blazing words
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| that I couldn’t even describe them
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| find them for me now, My Life, find them,
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| bring them to me here,
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| and days so white with blazing windows
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| and with new words,
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| look for them, My Life, look for them
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| and bring them to me here.
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| There were days, My Life,
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| when even the day had a name
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| and some hands
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| took the liberty in that name
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| days so long and blazing
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| that I couldn’t even describe them
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| find them for me now, My Life, find them
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| bring them to me here
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| and days so long and blazing
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| with new words
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| find them, My Life, find them now
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| and bring them to me here. |