deep green hills whose shoulders fade into thick grey tall wet grass whose flesh makes fools of grazing sheep whose fleecing makes a fool of me who shall i blame for this sweet and heavy trouble for every stupid struggle i don’t know i could buy you a drink i could tell you all about it i could tell you why i doubt it and why i still believe i can’t say it like i sing it i can’t sing it like i think it i can’t think like i feel it and i don’t feel a thing …why i still believe it why i need it and what the pharisees can’t see we’d have more drinks and speak of so many things but i don’t know you and you don’t know me [[Category:Pedro the Lion]]

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