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As always, I take consolation in isolation
Always convinced there’s no one else
Who could ever be more than me, myself.
And, for what I want is not so far,
I put a dollar in the jar
Before I step on out the door,
Before I wade on out to war,
Before I learn there’s something more,
And sing songs I’ve never sung before.

But it’s not so bad,
Now I know.

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