| No more worrying, worrying and pains
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| No more crying, shedding tears like rain
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| For the master has come back
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| Gathering all his flock
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| Mother nature feeds the stock
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| Never wanting or ever lack
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| So bide up, with reasoning
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| Humble thyself and I’ll be near thee
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| Bide up, with reasoning
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| Humble thyself and I’ll protect thee
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| Frustrated children, humiliation was not in vain
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| Through effort, time and history
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| Have now found eternal gain for the dark clouds do bring rain
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| Then comes the sun to shine again
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| So we shall walk and not look back as living examples
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| Cause we’re black
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| So bide up with reasoning
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| Humble thyself and I’ll be near thee
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| Bide up with reasoning
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| Humble thyself and I’ll protect thee
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| No more worrying, worrying and pains
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| No more crying, shedding tears like rain |