Hope is like a road in the country; there was never a road, but when many people walk on it, the road comes into existence.
First the thought and then the act
To think a plant up towards the sun
It can’t be done, it can’t be done
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Sam and Libby, Lib and Sam
Made a little one of them
A baby’s born a man to die
I don’t know why, I don’t know why
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