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Toughs of Life

Truth shall hold, and set one free Righteousness shall reign, and let one be Ornaments that fold, unfold at three Under father of rain, Son Spirit be Brighter rising against cold, sun must set free Little to pay for pain, pans heat no fee Else to run but feign, turns just as bee Satan to gain is held, guns must turn thee Nearness to profuse bled, fate to be battling Every soldier who led, every battle heartbreaking Very valiant Hopes' bed, every turn traits nothing Ever ever be fed, with troublesome king Really feeling in head, to know not a thing Children to eat what? Much toil less pay Every sun day fat, all man day's week Away son may in, fall but none say Cool amen but chat, tall but so mick Earlier as if was in, call on phone made nay To want want humble, to get all gamble Over and over a life, luck never stumble Bet wat never fumble, work work never humble Every God wish wife, never ever but tickle

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