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# Date: Fri, 15 Nov 1996 08:01:20 +0100 From: Franz Schedl <franz.schedl@atlottery.co.at> Subject: I am a rock I Am A Rock 1965 by Paul SIMON
A winter's Gday, in a Cdeep and dark deGcember; AmI aD7m alCone,G gAmazing from my hmwindow Amto the streets behmlow On a Amfreshly fallen Csilent shroud of Dsnow. CI Am A GRock, CI am an D7islGand.
I've built Gwalls, a Cfortress deep and Gmighty, ThatAm noD7ne may CpeneGtrate. I Amhave no need of hmfriendship; AmFriendship causes hmpain. It's Amlaughter and it's Cloving I disDdain. CI Am A GRock, CI am an D7islGand.
Don't talk of Glove, but I've Cheard the words beGfore; It's Amsleeping D7in my CmemoGry. I Amwon't disturb the hmslumber of Amfeelings That have hmdied. If I Amnever loved I Cnever would have Dcried. CI Am A GRock, CI am an D7islGand.
I have my Gbooks, and my Cpoetry to proGtect me; I am AmshielD7ded in Cmy arGmor, Amhiding in my hmroom, Amsave within my hmwomb. I Amtouched no one and Cno one touches Dme. CI Am A GRock, CI am an D7islGand.
And a Amrock D7feels no Gpain; And an Amisland D7never Gcries!
by Franz Felix - Austria/Vienna