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When I come to see you
What will I bring
The wisdom of a poet
The color of a dream
And I leave with three roses
Made from a magazine
More beautiful to me
Than any flowers in the stream
And I feel the summer
Turn into fall
And anything made of paper
That's all, that's all
In the shadows of religion
Some think we find the truth
But innocence is stricken
Without an ounce of proof
While the wheels of injustice
Can turn mighty fast
Another blood moon of October
Will silently pass
With words of love
In a telephone call

And anything made of paper
That's all, that's all, that's all
Anything made of paper
That's all

In the inside world
Where bitterness grows
You have to found the passion
To see what's in your soul
And late at night on an angel's wing
You hold on till tomorrow
To see what it may bring

Any news, no matter how small
And anything made of paper
That's all, that's all, that's all
Anything made of paper
That's all, that's all, that's all
Anything made of paper
Anything made of paper
That's all

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