That voice on my brow which carries me through<\/p>\n
Stretches along my anachronistic mind<\/p>\n
Breaches through the softest cries<\/p>\n
and changes what was blue<\/p>\n
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Family and friends, they cannot carry–<\/p>\n
This weakness found within<\/p>\n
But experience grins when the veil becomes thin<\/p>\n
and all the world is merry<\/p>\n
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That voice on my brow which carries me through Stretches along my anachronistic mind Breaches through the softest cries and changes what was blue …<\/p>\n