Faminey Guy
the dying man gathered his toys
gathered his joys
gathered his daughter and his
boys
the dying man gathered his sheep
he burnt them all
he did not weep
he told his son to draw his knife
to kill his wife
the weeping bird
comands unheard
forsook him there
him and his word
the dyin man did not weep
he wished his daughter and his
sheep
to leave that town
they let him down
he closed his eyes
alone he dies
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