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OH MY BROTHER DO YOU THINK YOUR LIFE SO
SWEET. THAT YOU WOULD LIVE AT ANY PRICE. DOES YOUR MERE EXISTENCE BALANCE, OR CAN IT BE THAT YOU FEAR THE GRAVE ENOUGH TO
LIVE HERE NOW WITHOUT LOVE.
OH MY BROTHER BE IT BETTER SAID, WHEN YOU ARE GONE AND NO TEARS ARE SHED. WAS YOUR LIFE
WORTH LIVING THEN IF YOU NO WIFE OR CHILD TO SPEND EVEN ONE MOMENT WITH A BROKEN HEART.
OH MY BROTHER NO FLOWERS WILL
BE SEEN UPON THE GROUND. WHERE BURIED DEEP BENEATH ITS COLD YOU LIE. NEVER KNOWING THE MANY FACES OF LOVE YOU HAVE LET PASS
YOU BY.
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