There once was a man named Jack
He was red, brown, white or black
Was a banker, barber, butcher
Or Indian Chief
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She was a wilted flower
When I first saw her
Standing against the wall
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I'd buy that star up in the sky for you, if I could.
But what good would that do?
You couldn't pluck it out of the sky and put it in your pocket.
You couldn't frame it and put it on the wall.
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You came to me
I could not see
The love deep down inside
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I have not seen such hateful thought
Would be instead of evil caught
And show forth in it's clear presence
As if it was like incandescence
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There are moments in every life
Among the thorns of love and strife
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Sometimes the life we choose is not one we think best
As the wind blows where it will, and life is the test
Not the one we want most, deep down in our soul
Would be the life of leisure or life on the dole
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Why are you racing towards tomorrow
It will be gone when you get there
And even if you catch it
It's never what you imagined
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