| The cry of Eugene fills the air
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| His spirit can be felt to wander
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| Rends the atmosphere with despair
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| His sense of urgency asks who
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| Harlequin and Columbine speak as three
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| Their spirits can be felt to wander
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| The cry of three plus two times nothing at all
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| Splits all time’s mine asunder
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| The cry of Margaret with the golden hair
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| Loves that of Eugene and soothes despair
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| The two in harmony of voice and mind
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| Asks who, why, what were once one of a kind
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| But Harlequin and Columbine speak as three
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| Their spirits can be felt to wander
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| The cry of three plus two times nothing at all
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| Splits all time’s mine asunder
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| The voice of Eugene cuts through air
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| His gaze commands everyone’s wonder
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| The words he speaks dispel all care
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| But Eugene is always there
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| Harlequin and Columbine speak as three
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| Their spirits can be felt to wander
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| The cry of three plus two times nothing at all
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| Splits all time’s mine asunder
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| Splits all time’s mine asunder
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| Splits all time’s mine asunder
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| Splits all time’s mine asunder |