There was a wicked messenger
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From Eli he did come,
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With a mind that multiplied
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The smallest matter.
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When questioned who had sent for him,
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He answered with his thumb,
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For his tongue it could not speak, but only flatter.
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He stayed behind the assembly hall,
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It was there he made his bed,
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Oftentimes he could be seen returning.
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Until one day he just appeared
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With a note in his hand which read,
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"The soles of my feet, I swear they're burning."
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Oh, the leaves began to fallin'
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And the seas began to part,
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And the people that confronted him were many.
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And he was told but these few words,
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Which opened up his heart,
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"If ye cannot bring good news, then don't bring any."
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Wicked Messenger
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| Patti Smith |
