Many-a-thought with which we meddle, For some words with which we peddle Might just be handy to solve the riddle But for the sake goodness - Let it be
You could've easily gained the penny Even if you could leave the cheeks rainy Do it and spell doom for many But for the sake of progeny - Let it be
Trade, you can, your lasting, later treasure
For a here-and-now ounce of pleasure Made worthwhile all the more to a measure But for Eternity's sake - Let it be
You would withdraw from them, the care Since they jumped ships barring fear Though the thought, you wouldn't bear Then for Love's sake - Let it be
It can't, for you, get any weider For all that's khaki can't be leather Though you're kept at the nether Let it be, then for the sake of the Master
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