He never talked about it yet it remained
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and the emotion of it, again betrayed
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How could he hold his head high?
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He never talked about it again
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He said, let yourself be born again
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He said, all you were is all you'll be
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He couldn't live without it
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before the rain
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There's not regret about it
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While in the fray
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He took a spoonful of pain
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He didn't think about it, he said
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You'll go your own way
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First Sunday of September
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On this great day
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September
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| Daysend |
