And because I am happy, & dance & sing,
They think they have done me no injury:
And are gone to praise God & his Priest & King
Who make up a heaven of our misery.

(William Blake - The Chimney Sweeper)

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Something has left my life
And I don't know where it went to
Somebody caused me strife
And it's not what I was seeking

All my plans fell through my hands
They fell through my hands on me
All my dreams
It suddenly seems
It suddenly seems
Empty
Empty

In a garden in a hand
Lies a key to shadowland
You're far from feeling strong
[The worst begins]
In the sediments of life
In the comfort of a knife
You hold your breath
And pray to God it won't take long

And you wonder where the rainbow ends
With its autumn setting sun

There's a way from it all
Though the chances are small
We'll come back again
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