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The miseries of the poor go unspoken, So do the privileges of the loaded, The miseries of the poor go unspoken, So do the privileges of the loaded,
That I am enough just the way I am! That I am enough just the way I am!
But where do I lay to rest, All the memories clinging to my vest. But where do I lay to rest, All the memories clinging to my vest.