| The ship that sails the seven seas
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| Has finally brought me to my knees
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| It’s not much to my liking
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| The people standing on the rock
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| Are innocent and they know not
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| That the tide comes in
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| Death rides it like a Viking
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| The mountains rise above the mist
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| And the golden prince I’ve never kissed
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| He may die tonight
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| And why do I want to ride with
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| The prince whose alleged horse is white?
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| Because when we ride together
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| Our lives are cloaked forever
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| Happiness is temporary
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| Believe me, I know
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| It can arrive as a shining crystal
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| And leave as the melting snow
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| Come all you lads and lasses
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| The Kingdom of Childhood passes
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| Oh, but I am hardy in these years
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| Or I’d have sunk down with my tears
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| To the earth beneath my feet
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| I want to endure the slings and arrows
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| That Hamlet spoke about
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| But harrowed
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| He was forced to a ragged defeat
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| There was a method to his madness
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| But overcome by pride and sadness
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| He did not endure
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| Surely his death was a grave mistake
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| How many deaths do we really calculate?
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| Isn’t it true, Lord
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| Tragedies happen when you’re bored?
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| Happiness is temporary
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| Believe me, I know
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| It can arrive as a shining crystal
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| And leave as the melting snow
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| Come all you lads and lasses
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| The Kingdom of Childhood passes
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| You archangels, you have some nerve
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| To watch all of this you are absurd
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| You even have a choice
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| Do you know all? |
| I think you may
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| And what is there for you to say
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| But understand
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| Why God took back your voice
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| SIlence is golden, I believe
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| And you are worth your weight
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| In wreaths of purest gold
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| While we are here with debts and bets
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| And aircraft carriers and jets
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| I call out fruitlessly
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| Give me an archangel for company
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| Happiness is temporary
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| Believe me, I know
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| It can arrive as a shining crystal
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| And leave as the melting snow
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| Come all you lads and lasses
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| The Kingdom of Childhood passes
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| Me in the woods at the break of dawn
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| The candles of the night still on
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| The chimes ring from the hollow
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| I too am worth my weight in gold
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| But the fishmonger and I are old
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| When the mint runs out
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| Our real lives will follow
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| It was misfortune who woke you up
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| To pour you the dregs from her broken cup
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| Cast her aside
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| The sunrise will appear with the mockingbird
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| Who stays deep in the canyon and is heard
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| Glorious in his song
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| He cannot be wrong
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| Happiness is temporary
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| Believe me, I know
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| It can arrive as a shining crystal
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| And leave as the melting snow
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| Come all you lads and lasses
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| The Kingdom of Childhood passes
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| There’s another one just beyond
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| Act quickly before it’s gone |