He said he ain’t to big for his bed
He said life is spent dead,
She said she ain’t to big for her shoes
And life’s too short for the blues,
But if you ain’t afraid of all that you do
Life can be happy and joyful too,
And the it ain’t no never mind about life’s stew
We’re all mixed spices and that’s the truth,
Of various types and colours of mixed beans
But all derived from the same seed.
fauxcroft 
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