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Where did you go my statue friend?
When did you become a marionette?
And who would you choose,
If the curtains closed and your strings were loose?
Where did you go my cedar dream?
Golden meadows, a silver stream.
And where will I sleep,
If the trees we felled never stand as beams?
The frame was wide and we built it truly.
We shook and swore, This will make us happy.
And man what a thrill,
Its the life weve built, its the one well die for.
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