(Hensley)
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We told our tales as we sat under
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Morning's sleepy sky
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With all the colours of the sunrise
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Shining in our eyes.
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One, then another, with a story of yesterday's lives
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Or of a lover who had gone in a
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Moment of strife.
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No thought of sleep ever dwells upon
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The wise man's mind
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Some task or audience stealing every
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Moment of his time.
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Thus we have learned to live
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While mortal men stand waiting to die.
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How can we do what must be done in
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Just one short life.
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And if you ask, then you must know.
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If you still doubt, you should be told.
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It was not we that made it so.
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It was by those who went before.
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And there you sit, tomorrow's child
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So full of love, so full of life
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But you must rise to meet the day
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Lest you become another tale
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And there you sit, tomorrow's child
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So full of love, so full of life
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But you must rise to meet the day
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Lest you become another tale
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Another tale, another tale
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Another tale
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Tales
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| Uriah Heep |
