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A man of word and not of deeds
it's like an garden full of weeds.
And when the weeds begins to grow
it's like a garden full of snow.
And when the snow begins to fall
it's lika a bird upon the wall.
And whan the bird away does fly
it's like an eagle in the sky.
And when the sky is begin to rawr
it's like an lijon at the door.
And when the door begins to crack
it's like a stick across your back.
And when your back begins to smart
it's like a penknife in your heart.
And when your heart begins to bleed
your dead....and dead....dead indeed.