In the town of Sarajevo
There's an old medieval square
There's a church aside on corner
Most believe was always there
I was built a thousand years before
Any new were born
And its glory was its belfry
With its stones all gray and worn
New 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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