He knew not how to sin
or how to break hearts in twain
all he did was spoke his mind
and left the devil to win,
he went alone in and deep
he cried but laughing was his meat
enjoyed the voice of shreking smile
rather than stay calm as clam,
he rose with the sun
and slept with the moon,
toiled with the breeze
and sweat in the noon
he was not what folks made
he stood for right and plain
had no reason to do otherwise
he told no truth, he told no lies,
he was well aware of death
and all the reasons it takes
but still he wanted to do his best
to keep his chin up while he's dead.
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