| Once I saw the river clean
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| Distant future, wait for me
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| I grow pleasing to the eye
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| And the queue will queue for me
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| Once I saw the river clean
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| Soon the clock will strike for me
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| Childish mind anticipates
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| Grown-up mind consummates
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| I walked with my grandmother
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| Down a windblown Chester Road
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| With her fifty-two new pence
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| For her twenty number-tens
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| And my forty-five pence too
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| Demand «Metal Guru»
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| Once with hearts securely stacked
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| Then we walked all the way back
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| I walked with my grandmother
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| Along the groan of Talbot Road
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| In the gardens by the graves
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| I can just about behave
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| Arrogant and paranoid
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| All around, see fathead youth
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| Look into their brutal eyes
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| But only if you want the truth
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| Once I saw the river clean
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| Scratching up the latest scheme
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| Time will come but it hasn’t yet
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| Someone’s out to get me
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| I walked with my grandmother
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| Cornbrook Street, where incomplete
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| She would never be again
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| A Dublin dancer, free and young |