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Chorus
Beware of that, keep mouth shut tight,
don’t spread your goodness. Only smile!
As a Seer’s seen (and he was right):
“A thought that’s uttered is a lie!”
III
What do you read, my lord?” — “The words,”
swore Hamlet on a venom sword.
He drank a poison, like MozArt,
Who’d music-scored his thoughts, and heart.
Words can't explain the fears
that make you shed your tears
Don’t volunteer to shake in fear:
do not declaim William Shakespeare
In front of mobs in public,
at kingdoms or republics.
Your words with meaningless appeals
will soil your virtuous ideals.
They hate your guts, deride your God –
to them you’re different and odd.
While any pig or idiot
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