there was a young poet

There was a young poet who thrived on his pain (Hey ho the sun and the rain) His woman ran off and he found her again (Hey ho the sun and the rain)

It pleased him to ask for a foot in the face (Hey ho the sun and the rain) Whenever it hurt enough words fell in place (with a Hey ho the sun and the rain)

It happened one summer nobody knows why (Hey ho the sun and the rain) The woman he said he loved happened to die (Hey ho the sun and the rain)

He wrote and he wrote it was his way to grieve (with a Hey ho the sun and the rain) The pleasure grief gave him you wouldn’t believe (Hey ho the sun and the rain)

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