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born a poor man died alonewith nowhere far to goleft a wife with a jobless soulto anyone who'd know -67 married yearsand 14 on the rockslisten to the livingroomthe ticking of the clocksbring me babies every yearand teach me all the nameskeep their pictures on the wallsin all the silver framesdon't get sad to see me now
I've figured something outthe longer love the shorter lovewill have the chance to doubtone day when the wind gets stronga piece of me will flyfar above the memory of me myself and Icut me loose from everythingthat ever really wasshow me how to shine a lightso others can live on....
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