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The poor in me
Wants the rich in you
I'm sorry if it hurts
But I do

Can't help myself
You're a man
God's greater wealth
Supposed to understand

These weaknesses held deep
That prevent me from strength
All the doubts leave me to weep
In my soul man is thanked

For the gold of tall
The unemotionally
For being all
That God made a man to be...

6/6/2006 1718 cj

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