| It’s not that I’m so cheerful, though I’ll always raise a smile
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| and if at times my nonsense rhymes then I’ll stand trial
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| My friends are all around me but they only breathe through fear
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| Were I to cry, I’m sure that still they’d never see a tear
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| In darkness through my being here, away from you
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| the bright light of your star confronts me shining through
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| Dull and sullen, much subdued, my skull a stony glaze
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| Whirlpools rage on constantly, I’m not so well these days
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| There must be something somewhere near who sees what’s being done
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| The harbour lights are burning bright, my wax is almost run
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| In darkness through my being here, away from you
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| the bright light of your star confronts me, shining through
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| Come Lollard, raise your lute and sing, and to my ears her beauty bring
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| like Maddox in the days of old we’ll feast and drink until we fold
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| And folding still we’ll spare a thought for what’s been lost and what’s been
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| caught
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| and maybe then begin again for love is life, not poison
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| In darkness through my being here, away from you
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| the bright light of your star confronts me, shining through |