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Jun 16
I'd rather not be enlightened
If my son has more pain
I'll let the sun shine.
But I'll sweat for some grain.
And I'll train
how I'll train
how I'll train.

Because you'll think you've ascended
And the rains will come
And the pain of the innocents
Will see you undone.
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