Will the rose in all their learning
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Turning brightness to day
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Spur the horns of discerning
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Scout the world along the way
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And in their firm terms of warning
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They return to the sea
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And at the first sign of morning
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They beat on his disease
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So they wail
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As their lies warn them
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Not to fail in the harness
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Not to fall at the shore
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They are lost where the robe is
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Sailors on southern more
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And though they wail with the bonemen
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Farther there somewhere inside
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It doesn't show nights are warning
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Beggars change so you'll burn
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So they go
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There's no way through there to show
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In bar ways under
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Not to fail in the harness
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Not to rage at the shore
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Not to rail in the darkness
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When surrounded by roar
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When to know there's a river
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Some of them walk
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Some of them fall
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In the wars they
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(Fade)
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The Harness
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| Brian Eno |
