| She said, «Sunshine will haunt you
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| And blue sky will taunt you
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| And beauty will court you with lies.»
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| She said, «Autumn will bore you
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| And spring time will ignore you
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| And the cold wind will warm you at night.»
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| And she asked me what kind of creature was I
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| That I harboured no rain in my eyes
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| Tell me why
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| Your cheeks are drier than mine
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| Are you too fragile to cry?
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| She said, «Laughter will hurt you
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| And children will disturb you
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| And dirges will serve you with light.»
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| And she said, «By the time
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| That you open your eyes
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| There will not be a shoulder in sight.»
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| Tell me why
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| Your cheeks are drier than mine
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| Are you too humbles to cry?
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| She said, «Sunshine will haunt you
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| And blue sky will taunt you
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| And beauty will court you with lies
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| And the next time you’re bent
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| On a violent end
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| Don’t take me along for the ride."
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| Tell me why
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| Your cheeks are drier than mine
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| Are you too frightened to cry? |