For all the times strived,
To do some good.
Somewhere was one,
Who knew I would.
For all the times,
I was bad.
Somewhere was one,
That I made sad.
For all the times,
Confessed my sins,
Somewhere was one,
Whispering in the wind.
Rejoice young lad,
You are my child.
We do these things,
Once in a while.
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