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"It's decided: now you have to make your choice"
I'm divided between the past and my own voice
It's a calling that tells you how to play your part

It's appalling to fight your conscience and your heart
But time has ways to turn the fray, and weeks have days to learn the way
A week is seven days to dwell
Serve in Heaven? Rule in Hell?
With nothing sure it's just as well that time will tell
I'm remorseful, but what you sow can't be unsown
I'm resourceful; I think I'll make it on my own ...
Tell me, what the news?
Tell me, what's to lose?
I think, I think I'll choose ...

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