Inspired by the giver that never takes,
That lets me make all my mistakes,
That feeds man ‘till his belly aches,
That soothes me when it gets too much,
With the gentleness of a mothers touch.
Smile with the giver that never takes,
You punish yourself with your mistakes,
Man grows tired of belly aches,
You’ll smile a wry smile when you come to see,
Real giving gives to you (peace) eternally.
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