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My, friends, I never really thought you'd go,
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but, then, we know that's the way it happens here.
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Now time is like cat's cradle in my hands:
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we gather up the strands much to slowly
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The refugees are gone... they
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take their separate paths,
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obliterate the past: figures in an ash shroud.
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Susie, I guess you're on your way to be a star,
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but I don't know where you are: the only time I seem
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to see you is on T.V.
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It's so easy just to slip away...
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Mike!
It's a year or two since I've seen you...
I might
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have dropped you a line if I'd had time
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or the will.
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It's my fault too; I play a hermit's role
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of cars and stages, wages, supersoul
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hardly ever seem to get outside these days.
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So, dear friends, as we grow on we feel to grow away,
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can only live in the hope that some day
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it will all return.
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It's so easy just to slip away...
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It's so easy just to slip away...
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