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We have a way of seeing,
what we choose to be true
We have a way of hearing,
what sounds to us as new
We look at things as though we know,
which is as much as you
We sing and dance and laugh and play
as far as we can tell
Sometimes when my day is done,
I think I'm in hell
I wish is as a folly log
floating in the trees
Reality of my sad life,
has brought me to my knees
Today I stumble as I stand,
a broken twisted man,
because the day has not,
gone as to my plan
I hold the hand of destiny,
outstreched unto my time,
I pull myself up rung by rung,
to heaven I will climb
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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart
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