| Hey hey hey, the end is near!
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| On a good day,
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| you can see the end from here.
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| But I won’t turn back, now,
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| though the way is clear;
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| I will stay for the remainder.
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| I saw a life, and I called it mine.
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| I saw it, drawn so sweet and fine,
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| and I had begun to fill in all the lines,
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| right down to what we’d name her.
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| Our nature does not change by will.
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| In the winter, 'round the ruined mill,
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| the creek is lying, flat and still;
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| it is water,
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| though it’s frozen.
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| So, 'cross the years,
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| and miles, and through,
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| on a good day,
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| you can feel my love for you.
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| Will you leave me be,
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| so that we can stay true
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| to the path that you have chosen? |