I wasn’t there, great prophet, when you walked I wasn’t conceived yet to be motioned by your talk I’ve heard a word or three, some speeches, letters from Egypt I wanna sting them, great fighter, with logic coded in your undeniable appeal ‘Cause I feel what you feel Even though I don’t know… I wanna learn then children somethin’ ‘bout fire Kindle summer blazes from the winter us under I want to transform, great writer, this apathy wherein And continue the final passage denied you in the end
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MALCOLM (Composed on a Bench)
I wasn’t there, great prophet, when you walked
I wasn’t conceived yet to be motioned by your talk
I’ve heard a word or three, some speeches, letters from Egypt
I wanna sting them, great fighter, with logic coded in your undeniable appeal
‘Cause I feel what you feel
Even though I don’t know…
I wanna learn then children somethin’ ‘bout fire
Kindle summer blazes from the winter us under
I want to transform, great writer, this apathy wherein
And continue the final passage denied you in the end
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