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Don't tell me the sun is rising;
Let the windows shimmer under its light.
Don't tell me the people are watching;
Let the rumours spread like wings.
Don't tell me the time has passed;
Let the clock stop ticking first.
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Don't tell me the trees are growing;
Show me the leaves that are on them.
Don't tell me the moon is shining;
Show me the glint of light on broken glass.
Don't tell me the sky is the limit;
Show me the certificate you used to get there.
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Don't tell me the grave is the end;
If you can't see the souls that go to Heaven.
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