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A Life
Sometimes I sit and wonder why
I can't sprout wings and start to fly
Above the clouds so very high
And then I'd be willing to die
There are times when I cast my lot
Against the things I have been taught
And tie myself into a knot
Looking from within what I've wrought
I've lived, I've loved, I've had the best
In many ways I have been blessed
Still I must get things off my chest
About my life, my zeal and zest
No matter how hard I did seek
The world always looked dark and bleak
And though I tried to look so chic
I felt I was a circus freak
And now you see my cover's blown
These days I live all alone
I suppose I'm in my own zone
Had I but known, had I but known.
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