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In the town of Sarajevo |
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There's an old medieval square |
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There's a church aside one corner |
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Most believe was always there |
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It was built a thousand years before |
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Any now were born |
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And its glory was its belfry |
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With its stones all gray. and worn |
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Now there's a gargoyle on that belfry |
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And he's been up there for years |
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And he's watched and he has pondered: |
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"What is laughter, what are tears?" |
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And he's never found his answers |
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As he sees the years go by |
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But he watches and he wonders |
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With his stone unblinking eyes |