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Not As It Seems

Right there a bumpkin
For so many have sin
Thou will not gain money if they do not win
Hush hush
As thread does to a pin
Deep beneath the layers of precious skin
Do not be happy
Do be sad
As though enough to make me mad
Please scoot down a tad
For you're taking up too much room
I can see you staring right at the loom
Up by the gates of Napoleon's own tomb
Did you weep a woeful weep
Enough to fill up the sweep
Dusk has fallen while the people sleep
Leave them to fill their dreams
Because the inside is not as it seems





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