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Hands calloused and worn,
clothing faded and slightly torn...
And he's self-forced from sleep well unfinished,
and out into the visibly endless predawn streets,
submerged in freezing air accompanied by spiteful winds
It's against all of which he must mount, and venture forth to the place his no. 1`deed is in need of being done,
and just beyond that and all the obstacles, there lyes a truth waiting to be won
The righteousness of his youth has taken a back seat,
turns out it's not so simple getting the ideal and the real to meet,
but that righteousness is anything but obsolete,
it's just, the time has come for something a bit more concrete,
With a somewhat slumping, yet strong, sturdy heart,
he feels just how the past, it never, it never stops,
and knowing that's he's gotta constantly restart,
body's worked stupid, he's trying to keep the mind sharp
It's against all of which he must mount, and venture forth to the place his no. 1`deed is in need of being done,
and just beyond that and all the obstacles, there lyes a truth waiting to be won
there's a perfect day, everyday, waiting to be won
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