ah Hate has lifted like a patch of fog for it raised and took the weight away upon my back twas lost and sore and even poor but now it's off my back for its cold bitterness froze my back to stiffness for when life took us down and made it impossible for to walk and to talk we see the light ahead of us for it grows and glows and the coldness daunted to its doom and there that day we walk freely
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