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Woe filled times must abide & woe betide him who knows not this Of paper's said that it forgives Let us the compile a list Of the wrongs that man commits Never shying ignominy Clipped the wings, docked the tail Little boy, Nagasaki Souls are sold, hands are washed Double-bound the mind is made Above the grave once strait were writ Three words, to wit, behold the grave Wallets carry photographs Wives and daughters, husbands, sons That tenderness needs more contrast With tender it's negation Wood it rots, metal rusts The days of man are but as grass And though it were ever thus The needle's eye remains unpassed Unce upon a mirthless time A man he walked among us Said no more than all men knew Letras de cancionesAo of this truth was made his cross What's done is said and written 'pon This page once white, now blighted Consign it then onto the flame Pray that they unwrite it From Letras Mania