| Oh, now is the time for your loving, dear,
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| And the time for your company
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| Now when the light of reason fails
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| And fires burn on the sea
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| Oh, now in this age of confusion
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| I have need for your company.
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| For I am a wild and a lonely child
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| And the son of an angry man
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| Now with the high wars raging
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| I would offer you my hand
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| For we are the children of darkness
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| And the prey of a proud, proud land.
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| It’s once I was free to go roaming in The wind of the springtime mind
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| And once the clouds I sailed upon
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| Were sweet as lilac wine
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| Oh, why are the breezes of summer, dear
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| Enlaced with a grim design?
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| So, now is the time for your loving, dear,
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| And the time for your company
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| Now when the light of reason fails
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| And fires burn on the sea
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| Oh, now in this age of confusion
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| I have need for your company.
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| the original song of RICHARD FARINA
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| (copyright Whitmark and Sons) is the following
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| Now is the time for your loving, dear,
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| And the time for your company
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| Now when the light of reason fails
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| And fires burn on the sea
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| Now in this age of confusion
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| I have need for your company.
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| It’s once I was free to go roaming in The wind of the springtime mind
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| It’s once the clouds I sailed upon
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| Were sweet as lilac wine
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| So why are the breezes of summer, dear
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| Enlaced with a grim design?
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| And where was the will of my father when
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| We raised our swords on high?
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| And where was my mother’s wailing when
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| Our flags were justified?
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| And where will we take our pleasures when
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| Our bodies have been denied?
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| For I am a wild and a lonely child
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| And the child of an angry man
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| Now with the high wars raging
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| I would offer you my hand
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| For we are the children of darkness
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| And the prey of a proud, proud land. |