I cannot reconcile myself to this?
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I wish I could!
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I cannot live the life I ought to live?
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I know I should!
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I cannot bring myself to pray,
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Except to wish these words away
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They echo round my head
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But soon they will escape
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Across the bleak landscape
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There is a tree that grows out of this earth
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It stands alone
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There is a wind that shaped it from its birth
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By whom the seed was sown
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I cannot bring myself to sing
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It is a wild, untethered thing
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That echoes round my head
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But soon it will escape
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Across the bleak landscape
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I cannot bring myself to... speak
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Except to wish myself asleep
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Every word unuttered
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Only serves to clutter up my head
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When I go to bed
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I dream that
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Soon I will escape
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Across the bleak landscape
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And soon we shall escape
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Across our very own bleak landscape
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Bleak Landscape
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| The Divine Comedy |
