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ONLY ONE LIKE ME
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You better listen. You better listen.
You better listen. You better listen.

As I was walking through the woods one day,
I saw a strange man walking on his way.
I stopped him to talk awhile and hear his story told.
And as he talked this story did he unfold:
My daddy was an oak tree. My mama was a deer.
I was born one morning in the spring of the year.
I cut me out a heart from yellow daffodil.
I feed on maiden dust from the road o'er the hill.
When I weep my tears are deep, deep enough to fill the sea.
I'm a lonesome man 'cause there's only one like me.
Yes there's only one like me. What an awful, awful fate to be one of a kind.
No matter where you roam, you may never ever find all your natural peace of mind.
And never find a home.

[Recorded by Harry Belafonte, 1950.]