How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair;
How can ye chant, ye little birds,
And I sae weary fu' o' care!
Fair winding up to where the Muses haunt
In Twit'nham bowers, and for their Pope implore.
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I saw the sign and it opened up my eyes, I saw the sign.
No one's gonna drag you up to get into the light where you belong
But where do you belong?