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 CANTANTE: 10,000 Maniacs
 TITULO:Everyone A Puzzle Lover
 
 Why are some men born
 with minds that earn degrees
 the loving cups
 gilded plaques
 grace their study walls
 hide the cracks
 while their genius is turned
 to works of tyranny then
 off to market to market
 go selling these
 With words so fiery and persuasive
 they steal cunningly
 riches no one can exceed
 And why are some men born
 with a fate of poverty
 one firm bed
 for a swollen back
 year by year
 the bodies wracked while
 their obedience is had
 with gradual defeat
 by the pace by the pace
 and the urgency
 Through a muddled thought
 they phrase it
 god knows we're deceived
 barter for
 what they need
 And where they go
 disdain and jeering
 for fools to call
 the noble peasantry
 O how it puzzles me
 I pressed flat the accordion pleats
 that had gathered in his cotton sleeves
 while he thumbed
 yes thumbed i wouldn't say caressed
 The final piece
 a mountain's crest
 soon to reply assuredly
 O for man aged ninety years
 no words to waste on sermons
 he'd be pleased to answer
 short and sincere
 Girl there's a nonsense
 in all these heaven measures
 it's a heathen creed
 so your grandma says
 but better to live by...
 drink it all in before it's dry
 He ended there with a rattle
 cough cough
 i took away the long gone cold coffee cup
 as a trail of camel ashes fell
 on the floor
 
 
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