On the thirty-first day of the summer moon
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In the marketplace
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Somebody touched my hand and said
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I was a woman of taste
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Then with a flutter of wings
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Amid the clutter of things
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I saw the Venusian Diamond through a sea of grace
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It said, 'Lay all of your money down
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And I will be your own
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Do it if you can
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If you don't, you better leave it alone'
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Then there appeared a serpent hanging
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Like a thunder rope
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He said, 'Pull me'--I did
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And fell into the wrong end of a telescope
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So I began to run
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I knew not to where I'd come
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I could hear the Venusian Diamond and it
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Gave me hope
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It said, 'Shatter all your images
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And I will be your own
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Do it if you can
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If you don't, you better leave it alone'
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Selves
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Selfish
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Selfless
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Self
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Venusian Diamond
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| Carole King |
