He stayed behind the assembly
hall,
It was there he made his bed,
Oftentimes he could be seen
returning.
Until one day he just appeared
With a note in his hand which
read,
"The soles of my feet, I swear
they're burning."
Oh, the leaves began to fallin'
And the seas began to part,
And the people that confronted
him were many.
And he was told but these
few words,
Which opened up his heart,
"If ye cannot bring good news,
then don't bring any."
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