Oh they sit,
on the top,
of a hamburger bun.

And they wait,
for the day,
when the oven is done.

There's a time,
and a place,
where the people will feed.

And so this,
is the life,
of a sesame seed.

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And the two,
joined on bread,
were together at last

There they were,
you could see,
one was white, and one black.

C'était,
l'amour,
it was just meant to be.

And so this,
is the life,
of a sesame seed.

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In the gut,
of a man,
would the seeds go someday.

And in there,
together,
would their love always stay.

When that day,
were to pass,
how their love would be free.

And so this,
is the life,
of a sesame seed.

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Now it pains,
me to say,
that this love could not last.

For the man,
had to rush,
through the desert too fast.

C'est triste,
but it's true,
the man dropped his lunch there.

So it seems,
a seed's life,
isn't always so fair.

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On the bun,
the two sat,
in a pile of sand.

'Til the wind
picked up speed,
oh, so strongly, it fanned.

The two then
grew apart,
and with each passing day,

The two seeds,
and their love,
both grew further away.

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In the sand,
they still sit,
and they wait on the wind--

For one day,
it will blow,
them together again.

It is fate,
that the two,
will again one day meet.

Because that,
is the life,
of a sesame seed.

Oh yes that,
is the life,
of a sesame seed.