So I find myself and what I became
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Having nowhere else to lay the blames
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The darker side of me in my discovery
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The shadow and the frame are indeed the same
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Does the taste for truth disappear with youth?
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Are my efforts all but wasted fruit?
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The promise of my prime fading on the vine
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But falling days indeed the seeds of time
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And so elusive this life we live
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Incomprehensible but beautiful
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The promise of my prime fading on the vine
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But falling days indeed the seeds of time
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So I find myself and what I became
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Having nowhere else to lay the blame
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The shadow and the frame perfectly remain
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The shadow and the frame are indeed the same
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Shadow And The Frame
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| k.d. lang |
