| I met a woman long ago
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| Her hair the black that black can go
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| Are you a teacher of the heart?
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| Soft, she answered no
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| I met a girl across the sea
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| Her hair the gold that gold can be
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| Are you a teacher of the heart?
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| Yes‚ but not for thee
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| I met a man who lost his mind
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| In some lost place I had to find
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| «Follow me‚» the wise man said
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| But he walked behind
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| I walked into a hospital
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| Where no-one was sick and no-one was well
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| When at night the nurses left
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| I could not walk at all
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| Morning came and then came noon
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| Dinnertime‚ a scalpel blade
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| Lay beside my silver spoon
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| Some girls wander by mistake
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| Into the mess that scalpels make
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| Are you the teachers of my heart?
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| We teach old hearts to break
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| One morning I woke up alone
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| The hospital and the nurses gone
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| Have I carved enough my Lord?
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| Child, you are a bone
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| I ate, I ate‚ I ate, I ate, I ate
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| I spent my hatred everyplace
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| On every word‚ on every face
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| Someone gave me wishes
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| And I wished for an embrace
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| Several girls embraced me then
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| I was embraced by men
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| Is my passion perfect?
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| No, do it once again
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| I was handsome, I was strong
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| I knew the words of every song
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| Did my singing please you?
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| No, the words you sang were wrong
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| Who is it whom I address?
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| Who takes down what I confess?
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| Are you the teachers of my heart?
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| We teach old hearts to rest
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| Oh teachers are my lessons done?
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| I cannot do another one
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| They laughed and laughed and said
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| «Well child, are your lessons done?
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| Are your lessons done?
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| Are your lessons done?
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| Are your lessons done?
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| Are your lessons done?
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| Are your lessons done?
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| Are your lessons done?
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| Are your lessons done?» |