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| Sitting in the sun In the shelter of a summer's haze Warming through my skin This is the beauty of a summer's day Got no worries Got no reason why I should despair Then silence surrounds me In a fearful glove of wordly cares Why do they do it Decisions every day I know they care not About the people in their sway Why do they do it I have to sit alone I only feel safe in my Circle of Stone |
