| This deckchair collapsed
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| This maybe or perhaps
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| The route that sadness maps
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| Through those long and awkward gaps
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| Those broken fairy wings
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| Those tangled puppet strings
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| Those roundabouts or swings
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| The heartache indecision brings
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| Life, my girl, will take away that optimistic skip
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| Stick its big foot out and try deliberately to trip
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| Substitute young hope with arthritic hip
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| Take your salad days and attach them to a drip
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| That bannister we slide
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| The wild horse we ride
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| That throws from side to side
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| The rough, the smooth, yet to decide
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| The cowardly, the bold
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| The fireworks they hold
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| The overkill, the undersold
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| Already told, yet to unfold
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| Life, my girl, will take away that optimistic skip
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| Stick its big foot out and try deliberately to trip
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| Substitute young hope with arthritic hip
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| Take your salad days and attach them to a drip
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| That fluent Double Dutch
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| That feeling out of touch
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| That nonsense or nonsuch
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| Not quite enough or just too much
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| Life, my girl, will take away that optimistic skip
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| Stick its big foot out and try deliberately to trip
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| Substitute young hope with arthritic hip
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| Take your salad days and attach them to a drip
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| This deck chair collapsed… |