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Dreamers dreamed and poets made up their stories lovers gave their heart and strangers passed in the alley there was nothing to be said there was nothing to be done on the last day but one talkers spoke their words and thinkers made their minds up on lives that are lived and lives seen from a window there was nothing to be said there was nothing to be done on the last day but one and on the outskirts of town a young man sang a home grown song enter to exit, enter to exit enter to exit, enter to exit the priest said his prayers and the drunks raised up their glasses songs were sung out loud hopes were kept so alive there was nothing to be said there was nothing to be done on the last day but one |