Bitter Boy

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There was a boy, a bitter boy,
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Whose golden heart I saw gleaming.
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I thought I'd win the heart within,
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But now I know that I was dreaming.

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But I will rise, and I will sing,
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Until I know I can't conceal it.
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Because I hold the saddest song,
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I wish to God I cannot feel it.

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And then the boy, the bitter boy,
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He came to me for rest and healing.
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He reached in his chest, deep in 
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his breast,
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Held out the heart for me stil 
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gleaming.

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But I will rise, and I will sing,
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Until I know I can't conceal it.
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Because I hold the saddest song,
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I wish to God I cannot feel it.

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And then the boy, me and the boy,
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We walked for miles through 
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stormy weather.
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And hand in hand, we roamed the 
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land,
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And held the gleaming heart 
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together.

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But I will rise, and I will sing,
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Until I know I can't conceal it.
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Because I hold the saddest song,
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I wish to God I cannot feel it.

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Then the boy, the bitter boy,
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He came to take the gleaming 
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treasure.
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He reached in my chest, deep in my 
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breast,
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And took the gleaming heart forever.

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But I will rise, and I will sing,
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Until the day I can't conceal it.
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And then I'll sing the saddest song,
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And wish to God you cannot hear it.

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Oh, then I'll sing the saddest song,
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I wish to God you cannot hear it.