he goes away
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in search of a rose
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in a drowning empty dawn
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a paranoid dreamscape
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he goes away
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along all their empty faces
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and all the blinded ears
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no one helps him and no one carries him
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running away....
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and he carries a heart in his hand
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a southfruit germ in the northern lands
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drifting and drifting fornever to dwell
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he goes away
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a tousand people but alone
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in a touch of misanthrophy
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and a wish to escape
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from this reality
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Trust
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| Flowing Tears |
