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Ive done alot in many


Ive done alot in many way

But not so much, I have no greys

My hair is full, my heart is too

I am no fool, my heart is two

 

The world has men of asphalt

But to them I couldn't put it as fault

They have holes as I do

The world was cruel to them too

 

I persevere with family

A thing I claim and am Lucky

They only covered the holes

But to them I couldn't put it as fault

 

But Light has shown through those holes

A Book is more than pages with a cover

No Light shows through something whole

Only light allows one to reap what one sows

 

 

 

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