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there is this old woman |
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she lives down the road |
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you can often find her |
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kneeling inside of her hole |
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and i often ask her |
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"are you looking for the mother lode?" |
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huh? |
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no. |
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no my child, this is not my desire |
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and then she said |
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i'm digging for fire |
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there is this old man |
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who spent so much of his life sleeping |
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that he is able to keep awake for the rest of his years |
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he resides |
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on a beach |
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in a town |
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where i am going to live |
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and i often ask him |
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"are you looking for the mother lode?" |
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huh? |
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no. |
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no my child, this is not my desire |
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and then he said |
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i'm digging for fire |
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i'll keep digging for fire |
