| Please beware of them that stare
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| They’ll only smile to see you while your time away
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| And once you’ve seen what they have been
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| To win the earth just won’t seem worth your night or your day
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| Who’ll hear what I say?
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| Look around you find the ground is not so far from where you are
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| Don’t too wise
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| For down below they never grow
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| They’re always tired and charms are hired from out of their eyes
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| Never surprise
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| Take your time and you’ll be fine
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| And say a prayer for people there who live on the floor
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| And if you see what’s meant to be
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| Don’t name the day or try to say it happened before
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| Don’t be shy, you learn to fly
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| And see the sun when day is done if only you see
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| Just what you are beneath a star
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| That came to stay one rainy day in autumn for free
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| Yes be what you’ll be
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| Open up the broken cup
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| Let goodly sin and sunshine in
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| Yes that’s today
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| And open wide the hymns you hide
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| You find renown while people frown
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| At things that you say
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| But say what you’ll say
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| About the farmers and the fun
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| And the things behind the sun
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| And the people round your head
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| Who say everything’s been said
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| And the movement in your brain
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| Sends you out into the rain |