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all reason. Winter has become. Your everlasting season. I don’t know I’ve tried and tried I shoot but miss the mark. For oh so long No sun has risen To light my path out of the dark. Who can help you? Only me. What can you do if you can’t see? Who else is there? No one remains They all want more than I can claim. What can you do? What can be said? Would you prefer That you were dead? I expect not I’ve thought a lot I even practised tying knots. What could I do If I were dead Did any hear What dead men said? I’d have no say Th

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ere’d be no way I’d prefer To go away. Not just to leave But to decay. My heart would break For goodness sake, Some remain Who I’d forsake. Some who see A perfect me What sort of father Would I be? What sort of son? What sort of brother? What of my friends? What of my mother? If I give up What of the others? There you have it! Lucky you. Do you see What you must do? No, I don't. Give me a clue. Not yourself, That’s your clue. Forget yourself. That’s what to do. You’re no good If I ask you. Do it for them But not for you.</article></body>

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Who did this? You did! Who did? I did. You. Who are you anyway? What have you to say? What mess is this? What treason. You live beyond all reason. Winter has become. Your everlasting season. I don’t know I’ve tried and tried I shoot but miss the mark. For oh so long No sun has risen To light my path out of the dark. Who can help you? Only me. What can you do if you can’t see? Who else is there? No one remains They all want more than I can claim. What can you do? What can be said? Would you prefer That you were dead? I expect not I’ve thought a lot I even practised tying knots. What could I do If I were dead Did any hear What dead men said? I’d have no say There’d be no way I’d prefer To go away. Not just to leave But to decay. My heart would break For goodness sake, Some remain Who I’d forsake. Some who see A perfect me What sort of father Would I be? What sort of son? What sort of brother? What of my friends? What of my mother? If I give up What of the others? There you have it! Lucky you. Do you see What you must do? No, I don't. Give me a clue. Not yourself, That’s your clue. Forget yourself. That’s what to do. You’re no good If I ask you. Do it for them But not for you.