| I want to vanish
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| This is my fondest wish
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| To go where I cannot be captured
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| Laid on a decorated dish
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| Even in splendor this curious fate
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| Is more than I care to surrender
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| Now it’s too late
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| Whether in wonder or indecent haste
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| You arrange the mirrors and the spools
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| To snare the rare and precious jewels
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| That were only made of paste
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| If you should stumble upon my last remark
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| I’m crying in the wilderness
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| I’m trying my best to make it dark
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| How can I tell you I’m rarer than most
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| I’m certain as a lost dog
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| Pondering a sign post
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| I want to vanish
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| This is my last request
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| I’ve given you the awful truth
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| Now give me my rest |