Most of the things are not worth living
But most of the things are worth
Tell you a story baby
How bird sang me a song
How life is lovely, and how theres hope
Hope in the sunrise and sunset,
hope not to fall
Autumn leaves, and snow that follows
How death is worth living, and love is worth waiting
How friendship is a gift worth of making
How children are beautiful, and whores are too
Don’t be discouraged, by transsexuals and faggots and looney toons
Work and live, create and master
Big balls don’t grow on trees and make them useful
That bird was a pigeon but I still believe
That most of the things are not worth living
But most of the things are worth
most of the things are not worth living
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