A man has Dreams

Just the main part

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My world was calm, well ordered, exemplary

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Then came this person, with chaos in her wake

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And now my life’s ambitions go with one fell blow

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It’s quite a bitter pill to take

You’ve got to grind, grind, grind
At that grindstone
Though child’ood slips like sand through a sieve
And all too soon they’ve up and grown
And then they’ve flown
And it’s too late for you to give