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'There must be some way out of here' said the joke r to the thief
'There's too much con fusion', I can't g et no relief
Businessmen, the y drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth
None of them along the line know what any of it is worth.
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'No reason to get excited', the thief he kindly spoke
'There are many her e among us who feel that lif e is but a joke
But you and I, we've b een through that, and this i s not our fate
So let us not t alk falsely now, the hour is getting late'.
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All along t he watchtower, princes kept the view
While all the wom en came and went, barefoot servants, too.
Outside in th e distance a wild cat did growl
Two riders were a pproaching, the wind b egan to howl.
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