Gather round the village square Come good people both wretched and fair. See the troubadour play on the drum Hear my songs on the lute that I strum.
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Run, why should I run away When at the end the only truth certain - One day everyone dies - If only to justify life. Live, I've lived a thousand lives
Touching the last of what is past Moving silent water fell the first that comes. Slow and winding, flowing free Peaceful music in its sound of distant
Why am I using words, no more to say without you Close the door, put out the lights and go Late in the night, in the night your shadow falls between
All in all each man in all men All men in each man. He can see she can't, she can see she can see whatever, whatever. You may know what I don't know,
Shuffling down the street with his sideways feet, Stopping now and then and he'll stop again, No doubt in his mind where he's going. He doesn't care
There coming over Charaton Bridge Look do you see the man who is poor but rich. What do you wish; and where do you go; Who are you; where are you from
