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"All the world's a stage" A friend of mine, he sometimes said And though he tried to show the way They only care about his name "Love is for the fool" A blind old man, he always said But of its joys, he sometimes spoke And then it seemed he could see "Life is for the strong" A travelling monk, he told me once But of the weak, he never spoke Though their cries beat on his ears I stood my gun in hand The swallow flew to meet his love But as they touched, I shot him down But now it's me that can't fly