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PITY
To understand the mystery
Is to overstand the jury
Real and proper
No steel and copper
For pain traverses the sane
And they diverse deep the insane
Their love is for money
Not harmony
We believe in a being
Yet our souls are like spring
They wind each day
Easy to waylay
Yet we claim we shall overcome
Bt we dont know how far we come
For us pretty
It's a pity!
Is to overstand the jury
Real and proper
No steel and copper
For pain traverses the sane
And they diverse deep the insane
Their love is for money
Not harmony
We believe in a being
Yet our souls are like spring
They wind each day
Easy to waylay
Yet we claim we shall overcome
Bt we dont know how far we come
For us pretty
It's a pity!
Published 14th Oct 2013
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