Lyrics:

It's A Lesson
too Late For The Learning
made Of Sand, Made Of Sand

in The Wink
of An Eye My Soul Is Turning
in Your Hand, In Your Hand

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are You Going Away
with No Word Of Farewell
will There Be Not A Trace
left Behind.
well I Could Have Loved You Better
i Didn't Mean To Be Unkind
you Know, That Was The Last Thing On My Mind

you Got Reasons A Plenty For Going
this I Know, This I Know
for The Weeds
have Been Steadily Growing
please Don't Go, Please Don't Go.

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