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Anthony Phillips

Last update on: October 26, 2017
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A friend of mine, he sometimes said, And though he tried to show the way, They only care about his name.

"Love is for the fool," A blind old man, he always said, But of it's joys he sometimes spoke And then it seemed, he could see. "Life is for the strong," A travelling monk, he told me once But of the weak, he never spoke Though their cries beat on his ears. I stood my gun in hand The swallow flew to meet his love And as they touched, I shot him down But now it's me that can't fly.

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