The pains of calvary
Remains a memory
Of unparalelled story
Of love and penury
The pains of calvary
Is an ugly gallery
We dare not bury
But happily carry
On mind's sight and memory
The pains of calvary
Should be a diary
We read with sorry
And cry with merry
For at the calvary
Love, joy, peace becomes our salary
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