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Wit d rain of tears
Comes d harvest of pain
In d season of poverty
...

All the luv that history knows
Is said to b in every rose
Yet all that could be found in two
Is less than what i feel for you
...

From the first
As your feet marched on
I caught u in the pangs of my agony
...

Words twist and tremble in my mind
Words grey beginning to fade
Words gathering light to shine like gold
...

Sirene of life
We embrace d cry
Thus adieu with tears
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Wit d rain of tears
Comes d harvest of pain
In d season of poverty

Reign of theft
Rainin xtravagance
Reign of arrogance
Rainin squander

They do not make it
yet they take it
You do not take it
Yet you make it


Mother almost murdered
Saviors turnin saggy
Victims whistlin hardship
Hope getin smothered


Rain of tears
Harvest of pain
Season of Poverty

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