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What would you do?
If I held my hand out;
And in my hand;
I would be holding a small smelly trout;
Goldfish dying in the seas;
People eating things that shouldn’t be
And they all pretend that they didn’t see;
My hand out;
I’m just a peasant boy;
Lost and all alone in this unpleasant world;
Ah! , lonely, so lonely me;
What will the future hold for me?
I can’t wait to see the Aquarius;
The astrological signs I’m not curious;
To see the future for me;
It’s not laid down by the trees;
Lookin for a pleasant place to be;
Whom shall write my history?
Shall I live my life in full misery?
Where will I be?
To see the future for me;
Babies’ crying in their cribs;
Prisoners of War still missin in action;
Whom am I to print a retraction?
I’m just a peasant child you see;
Looking for a pleasant place to be
My hand out;
I’m a peasant boy;
Lost and all alone in a peasant world;
Lookin for my peasant girl;
You see this future held for me
Now astrological signs got me somewhat curious;
You see I was birth under the sign of Aquarius;
So am I asking you..
I am asking you what you would do; 
If I held my hand out;

2/18/1971
Written words by James Edward Lee ©1971, 2019

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