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"There
must be some way out of here," said the joker to the thief,
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"There's
too much confusion, I can't get no relief.
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Businessmen,
they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth,
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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 here among us who feel that life is but a joke.
But
you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate,
So
let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late."
All
along the watchtower, princes kept the view
While
all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too.
Outside
in the distance a wildcat did growl,
Two
riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.
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