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Ring the bells that still can ring.
Everybody knows that the dice are loaded
And you want to travel with her,
Now I’ve heard there was a secret chord
And when He knew for certain only drowning men could see Him
It takes a long time to grow an old friend.
I don’t consider myself a pessimist. I think of a pessimist as someone who is waiting for it to rain. And I feel soaked to the skin.
There is a crack in everything That’s how the light gets in.
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