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My friend I know you've suffered, |
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Although you are still young. |
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Why was it you who'd not take help |
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From anyone? |
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Oh it's true, it's very true, he said, |
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Some hard times I have known, |
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But I have always overcome them |
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On my own. |
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Oh the pearls that you hold in your hand |
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They are beautiful to see, |
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But you show them not to anyone, |
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Not even me. |
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For you are like the others, he said. |
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I never can be sure |
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That you wish just to see the pearls |
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And nothing more. |
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Why can you not see reason? |
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Our lives they are not long. |
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Why can you take no time |
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To tell us all we're wrong? |
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My tune it does not change, he said, |
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And neither does your song, |
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And words I use them rarely |
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When I'm all alone. |
