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the hypocritic days
over the river, on the hill
stand here by my side
soft as the bed in the earth
like him whose spirit in the blaze of noon
wrap the earth in cloudy weather
some of the hurts you have cured
city that is not a city
do you remember
there are gains for all our losses
short and sweet, and we've come to the end of it
when i was broke in london
those on the top say they know you, earth-they are liars
weak-winged is song