| Absalom by the Gate |
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| He stations himself there so you must pass him |
| On your way to see the king |
| He stands stalwart, his great locks |
| Suddenly bow to you |
| Oh, how honored you feel |
| He draws you close, he embraces you |
| He will help you. The king is old |
| He is too busy. He cares not for your small troubles |
| But good Absalom will give you justice |
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| His words flow over you like soothing oil |
| Like dripping honey |
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| The king, whose face you only imagined |
| So quickly fades. He didn't even want to hear you |
| But Absalom, ah, now, good Absalom |
| He will hear your case |
| And you can take your leave, happy |
| The king's face, that face you only imagined |
| Has now become Absalom's face |
| And it is smiling so |
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