from his view
This is misery not being
I am singing I am
And call you sign of being
Ask you was not mosses sheepherd?
Jusses without father?
Inspierd people to love?
I can see, so i am
And god in the sky
looking at us
He knows how misery
You are looking at me
Do not look me this way
I call you sign of being
Just call me being
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