| And what of all of these moments?
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| Years have made us all opponents
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| Works we set out to create
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| Are gone or have deteriorated
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| From what was young and lighthearted
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| I’ve become as one departed
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| To you I have changed, you say
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| But every hope I’ve had’s been misplaced
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| Such as it was
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| We take our dreams as they come
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| And we sing such as it was
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| We see our dreams come undone
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| Into memories, into memories
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| You lowly wear your soft armor
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| Hurled at you by keen archers
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| Bring to pass what you confess
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| Instead of suffering with much less
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| A hope for growth has been so stunted
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| Much like ones deterred and hunted
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| From the four corners of your life
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| Comes the shudderings of lost time
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| Such as it was
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| We take our dreams as they come
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| And we sing such as it was
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| We see our dreams come undone
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| Into memories, into memories
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| In closing all our dim holdings
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| Hurtened by our vast unknowings
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| Soon we’ll come to each regret
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| Numbered with our lack of prospects |