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 It's the life we've built, it's the one we'll die for
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