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Hands upon your face, weep for joy, sleep a hour a day, the whrilwinds on your fingertips laugh of justice and free teardrops dripping the pain away Sing a song piano man give a speech from you your fingers play that dance God remembers all that we do drink our drink of loneliness but never be alone only once we see death that can be heard we'll be ready by then
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