【英詩】 Day after day, alone on a hill, The man with a foolish grin is perfectly still But nobody wants to know him, They can see that he’s just a fool As he never gives an answer
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And the eyes in his head see the world spinning round,
Well on the way, head in a cloud, The man of a thousand voices talking perfectly loud But nobody ever hears him Or the sound he appears to make And he never seems to notice
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And nobody seems to like him They can tell what he wants to do And he never shows his feelings
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He knows that they’re the fools They don’t like him