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Jeffro.

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Your day breaks,your mind aches.

You find that all your words of kindness

linger on when she no longer needs you.

 

You left me standing here a long, long time ago.

Don't leave me waiting here, lead me to your door.

We were talking, about the space between us all

And the people, who hide themselves behind a wall of illusion

Never glimpse of truth, then it's far too late, when they pass away.

 

 

One day you'll look to see I've gone

For tomorrow may rain, so I'll follow the sun

Some day you'll know I was the one

But tomorrow may rain, so I'll follow the sun

 

 

Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see.

It's getting hard to be someone but it all works out, it doesn't matter much to me.

Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.

Nothing is real and nothing to get hungabout.

 

But nobody wants to know him, they can see that he's just a fool.

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Subject: IRISH CATHOLIC

 

In a convent in Ireland ,the 98-year-old Mother Superior lay dying. The

nuns gathered around her bed trying to make her last journey comfortable.

They tried giving her warm milk to drink but she refused it.

One of the nuns took the glass back to the kitchen. Then, remembering a

bottle of Irish Whiskey that had been received as a gift the previous Christmas, she opened it and poured a generous amount into the warm milk.

 

Back at Mother Superior's bed, they held the glass to her lips.

The frail nun drank a little, then a little more and before they knew it, she had finished the whole glass down to the last drop.

As her eyes brightened, the nuns thought it would be a good opportunity to have one last talk with their spiritual leader.

 

"Mother," the nuns asked earnestly,"Please give us some of your wisdom before you leave us."

 

She raised herself up in bed on one elbow,looked at them and

said:

 

" DON'T SELL THAT COW."

 

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oakman29

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Your day breaks,your mind aches.

You find that all your words of kindness

linger on when she no longer needs you.

 

You left me standing here a long, long time ago.

Don't leave me waiting here, lead me to your door.

We were talking, about the space between us all

And the people, who hide themselves behind a wall of illusion

Never glimpse of truth, then it's far too late, when they pass away.

 

 

One day you'll look to see I've gone

For tomorrow may rain, so I'll follow the sun

Some day you'll know I was the one

But tomorrow may rain, so I'll follow the sun

 

 

Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see.

It's getting hard to be someone but it all works out, it doesn't matter much to me.

Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.

Nothing is real and nothing to get hungabout.

 

But nobody wants to know him, they can see that he's just a fool.

I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping

While my guitar gently weeps

I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping

Still my guitar gently weeps

 

 

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Jeffro.

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Your day breaks,your mind aches.

You find that all your words of kindness

linger on when she no longer needs you.

 

You left me standing here a long, long time ago.

Don't leave me waiting here, lead me to your door.

We were talking, about the space between us all

And the people, who hide themselves behind a wall of illusion

Never glimpse of truth, then it's far too late, when they pass away.

 

 

One day you'll look to see I've gone

For tomorrow may rain, so I'll follow the sun

Some day you'll know I was the one

But tomorrow may rain, so I'll follow the sun

 

 

Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see.

It's getting hard to be someone but it all works out, it doesn't matter much to me.

Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.

Nothing is real and nothing to get hungabout.

 

But nobody wants to know him, they can see that he's just a fool.

I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping

While my guitar gently weeps

I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping

Still my guitar gently weeps

 

 

 

Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been

Lives in a dream

Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door

Who is it for?

 

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Your day breaks,your mind aches.

You find that all your words of kindness

linger on when she no longer needs you.

 

You left me standing here a long, long time ago.

Don't leave me waiting here, lead me to your door.

We were talking, about the space between us all

And the people, who hide themselves behind a wall of illusion

Never glimpse of truth, then it's far too late, when they pass away.

 

 

One day you'll look to see I've gone

For tomorrow may rain, so I'll follow the sun

Some day you'll know I was the one

But tomorrow may rain, so I'll follow the sun

 

 

Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see.

It's getting hard to be someone but it all works out, it doesn't matter much to me.

Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.

Nothing is real and nothing to get hungabout.

 

But nobody wants to know him, they can see that he's just a fool.

I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping

While my guitar gently weeps

I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping

Still my guitar gently weeps

 

 

 

Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been

Lives in a dream

Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door

Who is it for?

I told you about the walrus and me, man

You know that we're as close as can be, man

Well here's another clue for you all

The walrus was Paul

 

 

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Your day breaks,your mind aches.

You find that all your words of kindness

linger on when she no longer needs you.

 

You left me standing here a long, long time ago.

Don't leave me waiting here, lead me to your door.

We were talking, about the space between us all

And the people, who hide themselves behind a wall of illusion

Never glimpse of truth, then it's far too late, when they pass away.

 

 

One day you'll look to see I've gone

For tomorrow may rain, so I'll follow the sun

Some day you'll know I was the one

But tomorrow may rain, so I'll follow the sun

 

 

Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see.

It's getting hard to be someone but it all works out, it doesn't matter much to me.

Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.

Nothing is real and nothing to get hungabout.

 

But nobody wants to know him, they can see that he's just a fool.

I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping

While my guitar gently weeps

I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping

Still my guitar gently weeps

 

 

 

Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been

Lives in a dream

Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door

Who is it for?

I told you about the walrus and me, man

You know that we're as close as can be, man

Well here's another clue for you all

The walrus was Paul

 

 

Blackbird singing in the dead of night

Take these broken wings and learn to fly.

All your life

You were only waiting for this moment to arise.

 

 

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Your day breaks,your mind aches.

You find that all your words of kindness

linger on when she no longer needs you.

 

You left me standing here a long, long time ago.

Don't leave me waiting here, lead me to your door.

We were talking, about the space between us all

And the people, who hide themselves behind a wall of illusion

Never glimpse of truth, then it's far too late, when they pass away.

 

 

One day you'll look to see I've gone

For tomorrow may rain, so I'll follow the sun

Some day you'll know I was the one

But tomorrow may rain, so I'll follow the sun

 

 

Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see.

It's getting hard to be someone but it all works out, it doesn't matter much to me.

Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.

Nothing is real and nothing to get hungabout.

 

But nobody wants to know him, they can see that he's just a fool.

I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping

While my guitar gently weeps

I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping

Still my guitar gently weeps

 

 

 

Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been

Lives in a dream

Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door

Who is it for?

I told you about the walrus and me, man

You know that we're as close as can be, man

Well here's another clue for you all

The walrus was Paul

 

 

Blackbird singing in the dead of night

Take these broken wings and learn to fly.

All your life

You were only waiting for this moment to arise.

 

The deeper you go,the higher you fly

the higher you fly,the deeper you go

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Jeffro.

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Your day breaks,your mind aches.

You find that all your words of kindness

linger on when she no longer needs you.

 

You left me standing here a long, long time ago.

Don't leave me waiting here, lead me to your door.

We were talking, about the space between us all

And the people, who hide themselves behind a wall of illusion

Never glimpse of truth, then it's far too late, when they pass away.

 

 

One day you'll look to see I've gone

For tomorrow may rain, so I'll follow the sun

Some day you'll know I was the one

But tomorrow may rain, so I'll follow the sun

 

 

Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see.

It's getting hard to be someone but it all works out, it doesn't matter much to me.

Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.

Nothing is real and nothing to get hungabout.

 

But nobody wants to know him, they can see that he's just a fool.

I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping

While my guitar gently weeps

I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping

Still my guitar gently weeps

 

 

 

Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been

Lives in a dream

Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door

Who is it for?

I told you about the walrus and me, man

You know that we're as close as can be, man

Well here's another clue for you all

The walrus was Paul

 

 

Blackbird singing in the dead of night

Take these broken wings and learn to fly.

All your life

You were only waiting for this moment to arise.

 

The deeper you go,the higher you fly

the higher you fly,the deeper you go

 

Now it's past my bed I know

And I'd really like to go

Soon will be the breath of day

Sitting here in Blue Jay Way

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