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Reasoned verse of prose or rhyme lose themselves in other signs,
And waiting coats cast silent spells that speak in clouded clues,
It cannot be a part of me, for now it's part of you.
Careful plays on fields that seem to vanish when they're in between,
And, softly, as I walk away in freshly tattered shoes,
It cannot be a part of me, for now it's part of you.
Sunshine, ragtime, blowing in the breeze,
Midnight, looks right, standing more at ease.
Silhouettes and figures stay close to what he had to say,
And, one more time, the faded dream is saddened by the news,
It cannot be a part of me, for now it's part of you.
Well, Sunshine, ragtime, blowing in the breeze
Midnight, looks right, standing more at ease.
(Solo)
Sunshine, ragtime, blowing in the breeze,
Midnight, looks right, standing more at ease.
Silhouettes and figures stay close to what he had to say,
And, one more time, the faded dream is saddened by the news,
It cannot be a part of me, for now it's part of you.