| Always the young one
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| Walks along the newly interred course
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| Mindful of what he is and has become
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| Somehow, we all admire
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| Somewhy, that’s what all require
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| Always a heartbeat
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| Followers can deal with pure deceit
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| No reversal of our course
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| We have put up with a lot
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| Never again will we say sorry
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| All this damage, all our fault
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| Words don’t commit, they withdraw
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| Shining a light on traces we left yesterday
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| Lost in the sparkle of a million stars in the sky
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| No remorse, we always leave with no sign
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| Nonessential lines intersecting time
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| Don’t expect it all to be highlights
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| Remember when promises were revoked
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| Somewhere, approved without him
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| Someday this ends
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| Displays of a shape blurred and out of phase
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| Clichés seem like figures on a window pane |