Saul Palti

I once was in love with a gypsy
she lived in a caravan
and travelled the isles of great England
she was full of tricks and was happy
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There a letter coming through my door
signed by the highest esteem
I sit and wait by the post box eager and clean
the first of many and many more
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Your helping me be what I want to be
for healthy as ever what can free freedom
eating for the tree is very easy
set in steel set in stone leave me Adam
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Red and white will turn to blue
all throughout foreign land
beat to dust after refusing the hand
all for something old and new
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The first time I wrote a book
I received a bold look
what on earth is this
the reader clenched a fist
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This is all I wanted from life
to carry a sword and knife
he says he can sleep
under stars so weep
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Finer things in life
flow through hands untied
sprinkles of valleys
turn to cold wet alleys
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here were children
playing when
the shun was out
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You trip over the feet of others
to get blamed by drunken mothers
the path of thankfulness
falls to sheets of blamelessness
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I had visions of a better world
gold emerald blasts over head
the drunken knight is a silver
metal robe telling tails underneath
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Thoughtful days taken by the hand
across a great and fortunate land
it was only my mind deep inside
with nowhere to escape or hide
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Iv been working for a week
things couldn't be more bleak
I start by taking an empty seat
like a dirty piece of meat
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You have left to go out
sure you have and never in doubt
pick up your suitcase
wipe those tears from of your face
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To discover the finer things in life
is much as true belief
the merry go round continues
up and over the hill
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The first time I heard your voice
I new it was true love
you soothed me into paradise
whispering from above
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All loves fever has brought sickness
come at day to set at night
bright as light turns to dark as foul
once there now has gone
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A long day has come to an end
under the moonlit night
we ponder our history
what was once a time ago
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Hail the storm of trickle eye
is where I did quietly lie
underneath the hail and gust
filled with this subtle taste for lust
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The tower is in the sky
thinking and wondering why
with a brand new flow
its where we sink below
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I got a real bad feeling down in my gut
that the trouble has only just begun
I feel as though my history is about to get me hung
its as if iv been divorced by lady luck
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