A man down on the corner
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carves your name on a grain of rice.
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Imagine that,
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on a grain of rice,
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your name on a grain of rice.
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He asked me if I wanted
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my name on a grain of rice.
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I said, "Hell with the grain.
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Can you carve my name
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in the sky? Now, that would be nice."
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"Then you must meet my brother,"
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says he.
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"My brother he can fly a plane.
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In great big letters
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'cross a pale blue sky,
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friend you can read your name."
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So I ask him what the price is,
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the price for such a thing.
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"Just a smile if it makes you smile,
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or a song if it makes you sing.Ħħ
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"Senor, con tantas tus preguntas
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de donde vienes y donde vas,
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canta, mi compadre.
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La vida es la musica y nada mas."
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So, I'm driving to the airport,
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half thought I'd turn around.
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Either I'm still young enough
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for a magic trick
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or getting older and loosing ground.
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And there out on the airfield,
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I saw what looked to be the very same man.
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He helped me in his plane
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and said, "What's your name?
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And I'll write it the best I can.
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But tell me,
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don't you find, that people
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are made of some pretty strange stuff?
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If a grain of rice
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can be much too small,
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how can the sky be big enough?
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"Senor, con tantas tus preguntas
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de donde vienes y donde vas,
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canta, mi compadre.
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La vida es la musica y nada mas."
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The Rice Song
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| Joshua Kadison |
