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(McNabb) Lo, the poor |
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Indian whose poor untutored mind |
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Clothes him in front, but leaves him bare behind |
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Maybe in another year the simple life we lead |
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Could become more comfortable, or even change completely |
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Evangeline, your streets were washed away |
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You'll never vent your anger, |
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We'll await with baited breath |
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For something better than we have |
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Shallow dreams undone |
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Fruitless and unsung |
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No challenge towers so steep |
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Seven horses deep |
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A festival came to my town and quickly went away |
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Faith contains the seed of lowly tragedy they say. |
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One step forward, two steps back |
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The bango jangles in the subway |
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Some await with bated breath |
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For something better than they have |
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Shallow dreams undone |
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Fruitless and unsung |
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No challenge towers so steep |
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Seven horses deep |
