I learned to be formal and polite
By cutting my hair once a month
And formality was postponed
I just never liked it society
South wind, oh April rain
I want to know where I should go
I don't want to be without being able to grow
Learning the lessons to be
And I had many teachers to learn from
They only knew their science and duty
No one dared to tell a truth
Fear was always foolish
And time will bring ¡some woman
A poor house, years of learning
How to share a time of peace
Our son will bring everything else
The will bring new answers to give.

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