There once was a teacher of great renown
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Whose words were like the tablets of stone
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Because it's easier to learn than unlearn
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Because we've passed the point of no return
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Gather your goods and follow me
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Or you will surely die
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I was only a child of the city
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My parents were children of immigrant stock
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So we followed as followers go
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Over a mountain with a napkin of snow
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And ate the berries and roots
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That grown along the timberline
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Deeper and deeper the dreamer of love
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Sleep on a quilt of stars
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It's cold
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Sometimes you can't catch your breath
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It's so cold
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Time and abundance thickened his step
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So the teacher divided in two
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One half ate the forest and fields
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The other half sucked all the moisture from the clouds
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And we, we were amazed at the power of his appetite
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Deeper and deeper the dreamer of love
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Sleeps on a quilt of stars
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Sometimes we don't know who we are
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Sometimes force overpowers us and we cry
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My teacher carry me home
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Carry me home my teacher
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Carry me home
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Carry me home my teacher
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Carry me home
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The Teacher
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| Paul Simon |
