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" My Faith"
To love and loose we sometimes gain, the future becomes a gentle rain.
A wind that blows you feel so near, that's why sometimes I shed a tear.
The night becomes a task for me, to sleep an hour or maybe three.
Now I search for life's treasures, turns out to be a lust of pleasures.
I'm intoxicated by wine and treat, as the women dance beneath my feet.
A prisoner of this earth am I, living wild until I die.
Bring fourth the hypocrites and vain, for they know nothing of love and pain.
I guess I'll wait for judgment day, to see if I can come your way.
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` My Faith`
` My Faith`
