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The Riddle Song

I gave my love a cherry that had no stone.
I gave my love a chicken that had no bone.
I told my love a story that had no end.
I gave my love a baby with no crying.

How can there be a cherry that has no stone?
How can there be a chicken that has no bone?
How can there be a story that has no end?
How can there be a baby with no crying?

A cherry when it's blooming, it has no stone.
A chicken when in the shell, it has no bone.
The story of how I love you, it has no end.
A baby when it's sleeping, it's not crying. I'm steady now.

The wiser guys tell me I'm doing it right being self-centered. That only in self-awareness and -love can you fully give, care, love, teach.

The wiser guys remind me it's my right to crave attention and sue for value. In affirmation, they caution me how I can never be the one and the only for somebody for all times.

The only friend, daughter, lover, sister, mentor, accomplice. No.

I'm happy now, tomorrow, sad. Some ni…