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Find a way to distinguish patternsin the thread of the living.
Pick a path through the rough and tumblelook within without misgiving.
Darkness falls on December,gathered in, we recall.
Wait, don't let it wear you down.
Call me, and I'll be right round, come what
May never wears a frown. So call me -
And we'll treat the world as on wedding-days
On and on through the Paperchase.
Pitch a ball across a dusky courtyardsee the shadows slink away;
Toss a coin into a feckless fountainand - brittle hope - it's your lucky day!
Winter finds us together
Heaven knows our design
Wait, don't let it wear you down.
Call me, and I'll be right round, come what
May never wears a frown. So call me -
And we'll treat the world as on wedding-days
On and on through the Paperchase.
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