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