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It Will Go On

Life
Goes on and on and on
Even when the magic's gone
With the redness of the dawn
Life tells us to just get on

Even when the sun has set
Even when your cheeks are wet
Dream of the loved ones you forget
Until you wake up in a sweat

Even then, when all is grey
When God has ditched you for the day
When autumn comes and leaves decay
When you feel hopeless and you pray
To a sad statue made of clay
Even when you fly away
Life gives you yet another day

Life gives you more than you can bear
More thorns and weights for you to wear
You go on to the next affair
To the women with golden hair
That leave you hollow in despair
But life goes on and gives no care

Life goes on and on and on
One day, my duck, you'll be a swan
One day you will sleep half past dawn
We all will wonder where you've gone
But life will still go on and on


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