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No rhythm or rhyme,
but here is my offer take it and run, It's yours, I'd be pleased. |
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walking and
chewing, piece of cake walking and talking , a little bit harder singing and playing, hard to fake the next thing is learning to dance. |
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I once met a
man singing in Hebrew a song that was new to us both Baruch atah Adoni, from the synagogue next to grave yard in the first place., Jews had to meet |
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I rode a bike,
he drove a car he showed me his camera and gave me an offer we met but he taught me to dance. |
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He was an old man, gray hair and a beard, after photos, he thought, "I once taught children to dance." I sang my song and he said lookee here, he rose to his feet and danced to a bookie beat. and I learned how to move my feet while I strummed and I sang. |
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Now I drive,
and he don't, he sits in his chair and dreams of the day when he'll teach me to fly. If we ever meet again in this life or the next will talk of old times or teach me to fly. |
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From Leon: She learned to fly on
her own and has been all over the place. |
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Thank you, Victoria |