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Fate frowns on those
Of pure heart and mind
Feelings dictate actions
In going against the norm
Of religion, state and the crowd
Nature's course, when acted out
Repays the pure
With heartache and an obscure esixtance
Poor, poor man
His three babies hanging on the wall
A tragic suicide stemmed from judgement
Poor, poor man
His love delivering a still born
Poor, poor man
His love gone to the past
Gone to religion and the norm
Where shall poor, poor man wander
To quiet is heart?
Strange women and strong liquor
Envelope his being
But the sad, pitiable existance
Man knows is just that
Poor, poor man
Of pure heart and mind
Feelings dictate actions
In going against the norm
Of religion, state and the crowd
Nature's course, when acted out
Repays the pure
With heartache and an obscure esixtance
Poor, poor man
His three babies hanging on the wall
A tragic suicide stemmed from judgement
Poor, poor man
His love delivering a still born
Poor, poor man
His love gone to the past
Gone to religion and the norm
Where shall poor, poor man wander
To quiet is heart?
Strange women and strong liquor
Envelope his being
But the sad, pitiable existance
Man knows is just that
Poor, poor man