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A single star in a pool of black
Who’d ever think they’d need such slack?
Another word, another song
Truly life is not so long

Hear them whisper, hear them yell
Each word, another one they sell
Isn’t it funny, quite absurd?
That anyone could miss a bird

Sing song, sing song, sing song, sing
Who’d imagine such a thing
A madman, dreams of stars and brides
a man with nothing that he prides
from a novel

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