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When the mind won't lie
When the boat won't sail
When the blinding eye isn't off you yet
When the words won't come
When the hands won't touch
When the blinding sun doesn't look like much

And tied to the wrath to reside to your fate
And I know you've cracked
Like the china plate

[?] insist
That the far seemed so
That the [?] as Cicero
The tighter the fist
The looser the sand
[?]
Wasn't this the plan?

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