I went out and wandered among the high places
The boughs where the butterfly nest are miserable
A man came and sat down and cried to me
I kissed and smelled, days are getting miserable
A man came and sat down and cried to me
I kissed and smelled, days are getting miserable
I walked day and night,
days are getting miserable
When I was a black man,
I couldn't be a member of the parliament
I made my lover angry,
I couldn't make her laugh The tongues that
make the butterfly angry are miserable
I walked day and night,
days are getting miserable
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