A wise man's son and Wednesday's child
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In each other found a friend
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And searched together for the treasure
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Hiding at the rainbow's end.
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To wise man's son and Wednesday's child
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All is white that is not black
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They dance in symbiotic deadlock
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One step forward two steps back.
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Playing karmic snakes and ladders
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All your sins will find you out
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When all your gains are lost in vain
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On cosmic wings and roundabouts.
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At the roadside manhood's flower
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Blighted by a wayward youth
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Has cast its seed on well-worn pathways
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Borne on winds of whispered truth.
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We march to drums of our own choosing
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Each of them keeps different time
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As you are free to live your own life
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So I am free to live mine.
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Now wise man's son and Wednesday's child
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Can recognise their own mistakes
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And to these ends they make amends
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For every promise that they break.
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Wise man's son and Wednesday's child
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View the world in red and green
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Await the day when they die laughing
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Thinking of the sights they've seen.
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I tell you now if they were given
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Chance to live their lives again
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Wise man's son and Wednesday's child
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Would make the same mistakes as then.
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At the roadside manhood's flower
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Blighted by a wayward youth
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Has cast its seed on well-worn pathways
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Borne on winds of whispered truth.
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We march to drums of our own choosing
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Each of them keeps different time
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As you are free to live your own life
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So I am free to live mine.
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The Widdershins Jig
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