The Black Sheep

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The Black Sheep



So you can't understand my circumstances?
So perhaps with me you'd like to dance?



Let's take a little walk.
Let's have a little talk.



Perhaps I'll tell you all.
Perhaps I'll tell you nothing at all.



Now don't believe this to be a stall.
I've much I could say, much I could tell, yet, who can I call?



Surely you jest if you proclaim upon family I should lift my hand to the dial?
My dear did you not know I'm a burden and a thorn, a by-word, a curse word in fact, that has often been proclaimed ever so loud as yet another defiles the long isle.



No my dear, I've no family upon which to call.
No my dear, I've no friends upon which to call, as forever distance has lengthened this stall.