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A man of words and not of deeds
Is like a garden full of weeds
And when the weeds begin to grow
It's like a garden full of snow
And when the snow begins to fall,
It's like a bird upon the wall
And when the bird away does fly,
It's like an eagle in the sky
And when the sky begins to roar,
It's like a lion at the door
And when the door begins to crack,
It's like a stick across your back
And when your back begins to smart
It's like a penknife in your heart
And when your heart begins to bleed,
You're dead and dead...
and dead indeed.