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Another Country

William Shakespeare, dog-eared, weary, spent
On the old-fashioned table by the bed
She has lines left to learn while I toss and turn
When I wake up Ophelia is dead
Sleeping through my shot at you
        
         The going's good in the land of the free
But I live in another country

All alone again with a dozen friends
And a missed opportunity smile
Thinking how did I miss the boat and why
Am I back in the hit single file
Mope about and do without
        
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Ruthless heart-attacker
Slowly creeping up on me
External factors put that woman out of reach

Staring breathlessly at a new TV
As the plot thickens and then unfolds
Unexpected twist: the protagonist
Is abandoned and out in the cold
Looking grim: I relate to him

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