There's a bit of the fool about you There's a bit of the fool about me When it’s time for tea We care nothing for if it’s warm Nor if the time for fruit is ripe For patience we both scorn No matter if we awaken love Before it so desires Or spend too much time on drink No matter if we waste our lives on daydreams Or have a tendency to overthink We put another’s hand to the stove And ours come away burned We turn karma over in our lives A sutra we both spurn There's a bit of the fool about you There's a bit of the fool about me
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