| Read your book and lose yourself
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| In another’s thoughts
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| He might tell you 'bout what is
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| Or even 'bout what is not
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| And if he’s kind and gentle too
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| And he loves the world a lot
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| His twilight words may melt the slush
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| Of what you have been taught
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| You know what you could be
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| Tell me my friend
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| Why you worry all the time
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| What you should been
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| Listen to the song of life
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| Its rainbow’s end won’t hold you
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| Its crimson shapes and purple sounds
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| Softly will enfold you
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| It gurgles through the timeless glade
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| In quartertones of lightning
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| No policy is up for sale
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| In case the truth be frightening
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| You know what you could be
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| Tell me my friend
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| Why you worry all the time
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| What you should be |