Age,
Life!
For about forty years ago,
Struggling to be on your feet.
Street, sheet, fleet, sweet!
In the land of the living,
For about forty years ago;
Struggling to be on your feet.
Raised, praised!
With the muse of the truth,
With the muse of righteous morals,
With the muse of righteous laws;
Right timing! !
With the joy of your heart.
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