| If they don´t make her seen or heard?
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| She watches dust to dust unstirred
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| Though left behind
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| She is too weak to grieve or blame us
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| We who leave
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| There is no hour of bliss
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| When ignorance can lead to this
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| Don´t let the hand of time be kind
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| And smooth her gently from my mind
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| Let me be troubled
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| Let me be troubled
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| Where on the road did I lose my way
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| Not knowing where it will wind?
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| How can I find that road?
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| I need to explain where I went amiss
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| And tell her I will save her from all of this…
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| From all of this
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| These are the words of a fool
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| And heads not hearts must rule
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| I hear you say that minds can be so slow to see what hearts just know
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| Let me be troubled
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| Let me be troubled
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| Where on the road did I lose my way
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| Not knowing where it will wind?
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| How can I find that road?
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| I need to explain where I went amiss
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| And tell her
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| I will save her from all of this…
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| From all of this
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| Where on the road did I lose my way
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| Not knowing where it will wind?
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| How can I find that road?
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| I need to explain where I went amiss
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| And tell her
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| I will save her from all of this…
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| From all of this |