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lyricalTopic: Religion
Man hastens for nought and forth
Going up and down the north
From an Irish pole
To seek the pot of gold in the hole
Like a rat in a cage
So does pain come with age
Should man live by bread When he has not got a bed?
Bread comes when the bed is laid
For it is not a man-made Nor words men said
But from God comes the aid.
Posted by cookcomm
at 7:29 PM CST
