Kinsmen and clansmen
Children and folk
Have never been my soul
Have never been my own
My social apparatus
My communal stance
My acquaintant nature
My friends and foes
My daydreams and delusions
My nightmares and hallucinations
My morning caffeine
My bedtime sugar
My name and legacy
My integrity and fallacy
My history unreserved
My life unfolds
Have never been my own
Have never been my soul
To lose them again
To find them once more
In friends like you I invest
With a careless whisper
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