Tell me, tell me, what's a man to do?
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When the river runs dry over you.
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You said once, some time ago.
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Things work out as you grow old,
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Sometimes life isn't very kind.
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To lose what is yours is a hard thing to face,
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But keep on going with dignified grace.
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To shelter your soul and hide away the pain
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Cheats only you, covers up the joy
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That surely remains.
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Tell me, tell me, what's a man to do?
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When the river runs dry over you.
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I walk through streets, and scattered leaves.
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Lay forgotten on the ground. In nearby fields
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With names on stones, iron gates surround.
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What's it like? Is it cold? Do you feel that I am near?
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Oh by the way, I guess you know,
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These flowers are just for you.
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To lose what is yours is a hard thing to face,
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But keep on going with dignified grace.
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To shelter your soul and hide away the pain
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Cheats only you, covers up the joy
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That surely remains.
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Tell me, tell me, what's a man to do?
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When the river runs dry without you.
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You said once, some time ago.
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Things work out as you grow old,
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Sometimes life isn't very kind.
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Kind
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