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I Would Not Be a Cow - And Yet
Why is it so pleasant to think back in time
‘specially as we near the end of the line
Do we treasure our innocence, our youthful naivete
or unlike Bessie the cow, we know what comes next
Stupid she stands, flies near her eyes congregate
I would not be a cow for all the tea in Tibet
And yet… Why can’t I just live for today, like all the songs say
I guess tomorrow’s too gloomy, ergo I run far away
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Gershon Wolf
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