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There was a wicked messenger 
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From Eli he did come, 
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With a mind that multiplied the smallest matter. 
 
When questioned who had sent for him, 
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He answered with his thumb, 
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For his tongue it could not speak, but only flatter. 
 
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He stayed behind the assembly hall, 
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It was there he made his bed, 
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Oftentimes he could be seen returning. 
 
Until one day he just appeared 
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With a note in his hand which read, 
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"The soles of my feet, I swear they're burning." 
 
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Oh, the leaves began to fallin' 
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And the seas began to part, 
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And the people that confronted him were many. 
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And he was told but these few words, 
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Which opened up his heart, 
 
"If ye cannot bring good news, then don't bring any."