| Tinker, alone within a storm
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| And losing hope he clears the leaves beneath a tree
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| Seven stones lay on the ground
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| Within the seventh house a friend was found
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| And the changes of no consequence
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| Will pick up the reins from nowhere
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| Sailors, in peril on the sea
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| Amongst the waves a rock looms nearer, and not yet seen
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| They see a gull flying by
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| The Captain turns the boat and he asks not why
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| And the changes of no consequence
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| Will pick up the reins from nowhere, nowhere
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| Despair that tires the world brings the old man laughter
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| The laughter of the world only grieves him
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| Believe him
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| The old man’s guide is chance
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| I heard the old man tell his tale:
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| Farmer, who knows not when to sow
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| Consults the old man clutching money in his hand
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| And with a shrug
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| The old man smiled
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| Took the money, left the farmer wild
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| And the changes of no consequence will pick up the reins from nowhere
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| Nowhere
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| Despair that tires the world brings the old man laughter
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| The laughter of the world only grieves him
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| Believe him
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| The old man’s guide is chance |