Oh, friend if I had known your house to trace
I wouldn't give a second thought but give a race
To his house my lovely Friend I cherished
I will wish him longevity nd not to perish
Today, O! my dear friend sing song of praise
As u ar stepping forward from grass to grace
And so u really ave to give the voice a raise
Let the angels heard and start giving a trace
Let heavens and the earth give a shake
Let that voice to the dead give a wake
You know, your mates are in the grave
Yur soul ain't keep, by being bold or brave
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Be grateful! !
Give praise really to God, thank our lord
Each seconds don't stop giving thanks to God
You ain't jailed you are not in prison
Oh, have a sit and give this a reason
Visit the hospital nearby, or visit the mortuary
While standing, you will see another obituary
Why wouldn't you be grateful my dear friend
When you increased in aged and not d end? ?
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