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Poor soulSpit upon thatPoor soulHe never knew what hit himAnd it hit him soPoor dunceHe pushed back the pigmenThe Barbs laughedThe fool is deadPoor dunceHe's less than within usThe brains talkBut the will to live is deadAnd prayer can'tTravel so far these daysThe talk of your lifesStanding so nearTo innocent eyesPoor dunceSwings thru the tunnelsAnd claws his wayIs small life so manicAre these really the daysPoor duncePoor duncePoor soulSpit on thatPoor soulHe never knew what hit himAnd it him soHe pushed back the pigmenPoor soulPoor soulPoor soul
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