There was a soothsayer
who came to a small town
He said to never believe
the things he said
And he warned us all
not to run out of memory
The soothsayer arrived
when it first started to matter
He could laugh
He was always vernal
All his warnings took up
too much space
He stayed
and did not want to love
He preached silence
and could see everything
And we wanted to remember
but there wasn’t the space
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