The dumb bells spoke
And the fires smoke
The travelling salesman
Told another joke
About the poor folk
And the rich folk as well
But he can't tell you nothing
Except what's good to sell
The Arabian knights
They charged in ten thousand
To the top of the hill
Where the dunes golden sand
Glistened and sparkled
And listened like the stars
But they only spoke silence
Like the surface of Mars
And somethings stand
While other things fall
I thought the hotel was grand
Until I saw the holes in the wall
From the bullets that were fired
When the communists came
Well they never said nothing
Except nothing does change
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