A winter's day
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in a deep and dark December
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I am alone
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Gazing from my window to the streets below
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On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.
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I am a rock, I am an island.
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I've built walls,
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A fortress deep and mighty
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That none may penetrate
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I have no need of friendship
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friendship causes pain
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It's laughter and loving I disdain
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I am a rock, I am an island
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Don't talk of love
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but I've heard the word before
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It's sleeping in my memory
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I won't disturb the slumber of the feelings that have died
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If I never loved I never would have cried
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I am a rock, I am an island
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I have my books
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and my poetry to protect me
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I am shielded in my armour
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Hiding in my room, safe within my womb,
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I touch no one and no one touches me.
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I am a rock, I am an island
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And a rock feels no pain, and an island never cries.
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I Am a Rock
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| Red House Painters |
