O my LORD! make me great.
Help me out of this distress,
Tired of all these sufferings,
I want to bear them no more.
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Born I was all alone, and so I will die
Now I've done away with my dispel,
Never knew what was the motive to cry,
My being here today barely just to ply.
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Get up, step aside;
And be ready for the ride.
Come along with me and see,
The fatal sight of the futile stride.
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