Here I sit watching the day out
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No-one beside me who may doubt
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All of the words that I could chose to say
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So listen, believe, or be gone from this day
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I need a friend to walk with me
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And sit in the shade of an old tree
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To think nothing much, just agree with my thoughts
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To say nothing much, never tell what I ought
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Watching the people pass by now
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They just don't know why or know how
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They don't seem to care about all that I've seen
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They just walk on by never knowing I've been
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Sitting up here where I'm wind blown
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Only to ask and to be shown
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Things that would make you believe what I say
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I'll tell you myself and I'll show you some day
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The Poet
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| Barclay James Harvest |
