Ten in the congregation
Seven of them women
And nine monks
Including the big one
Who I have not seen
For such a long time
I am warm with the sun
I am warm with the passions
One of the brothers is yawning
Which sends a message
For the big one to sing
Or to concentrate
Where has he been
Where have I been
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
The big man fiddles with his book
Either he has lost his place
Or he had never found it
Now he sings from memory
The new man didn’t face the front
Quite so soon as all the others
One black mark then already
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