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Said Judas to Mary now what will you do |
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With your ointment so rich and so rare? |
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I'll pour it all over the feet of the Lord |
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And I'll wipe it away with my hair, she said, |
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I'll wipe it away with my hair |
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O Mary o Mary, O think of the poor, |
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This ointment it could have been sold |
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And think of the blankets and think of the bread |
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You could buy with the silver and gold he said |
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You could buy with the silver and gold |
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Tomorrow tomorrow I'll think of the poor |
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Tomorrow she said not today |
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For dearer than all of the poor in the world |
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Is my love who is going away she said |
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My love who is going away |
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Said Jesus to Mary, |
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"Your love is so deep, |
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Today you may do as you will. |
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Tomorrow you say |
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I am going away, |
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But my body I leave with you still," He said, |
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"My body I leave with you still." |
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"The poor of the world |
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Are my body," He said |
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"To the end of the world they shall be. |
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The bread and the blankets |
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You give to the poor |
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You'll know you have given to me," He said, |
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"You'll know you have given to me." |
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"My body will hang |
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On the cross of the world, |
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Tomorrow," He said, "Not today. |
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And Martha and Mary |
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Will find me again |
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And wash all the sorrow away," He said, |
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"And wash all the sorrow away. |
