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Whenever I say the word Future,
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When the world vanishes, I will come back
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And I don’t know my own banks.
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None of your blustering entrances
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Love that is lost remains
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And let us use our breath
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I feel so very grand
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Break off my arms, and I shall hold you fast
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With nothing in the bank, you will
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I have an air ache,
