I pity the pauper
I pity the pauper
But i envy the king
A pauper as nothing
The other everything
A shack in a forest
Castle full of gold
How i pity a pauper
All haggard an old
A king and his queen
A pauper and pheasant
Rags down to riches
Are a life that's so pleasant
How i pity the pauper
But envy the king
I am but a pheasant
Who's heart can not sing.
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