Mr. Willoughby, whose only luxury is the sugar in his tea
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Teaches history at High Worthington School
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His clothing has remained unnoticeably plain
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His common room technique suitably restrained, though maybe too cool
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Work done in the summery sun, see the cricket ball fly
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Intently, like a strange demented bird towards the sun
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Considering its flight, he pauses for a while
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Ah, but Mr. Willoughby, we've never seen you smile
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Tell me how come?
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Ah well, sometimes it must get lonely
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Ah, but it's life and life only
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"Maurice," said Renee, "Why didn't you say that you'd be so late
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The supper that I made is ruined again.
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Is there anything you'd like?".
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"No, nothing", he replied
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Standing by the stairs, not looking in her eyes, so stupidly male
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All dark and lying in bed,
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"You've been with her again" She blurts out, then turning on her side begins to cry
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At first he doesn't stir but then mumbling his words
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He reaches for her hand, she shivers, but doesn't take it away
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Ah, for sometimes it does get lonely
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Ah, but it's life and life only
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Oh Smithy Smithers-Bell; clerk from Clerkenwell
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On the beach at Bournemouth thinks he very well
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May be next year in France
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Inspired for a while, he decides to risk a smile at Mr. Willoughby
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Who passes, polishing his glasses, studiously averting his glance
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Renee, several deckchairs away, wonders if they would be better
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While Maurice is with the kids out in the sea
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And I was feeling small, sitting on the wall
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Looking at them all and wondering who will I be?
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Ah, but sometimes it does get lonely
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Ah, but it's life and life only
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Ah, but it's life and life only
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Ah, but it's life and life only
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Ah, but it's life and life ..
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Life And Life Only
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Al Stewart |