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I want to vanish |
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This is my fondest wish |
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To go where I cannot be captured |
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Laid on a decorated dish |
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Even in splendor this curious fate |
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Is more than I care to surrender |
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Now it's too late |
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Whether in wonder or indecent haste |
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You arrange the mirrors and the spools |
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To snare the rare and precious jewels |
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That were only made of paste |
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If you should stumble upon my last remark |
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I'm crying in the wilderness |
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I'm trying my best to make it dark |
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How can I tell you I'm rarer than most |
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I'm certain as a lost dog |
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Pondering a sign post |
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I want to vanish |
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This is my last request |
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I've given you the awful truth |
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Now give me my rest |