| In the world’s mighty gallery of pictures hang the scenes that’re painted from
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| life
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| There hang pictures of love and of passion and there’s pictures of sorrow and
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| strife
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| There hang pictures of youth and of beauty of old age and a blushing young bride
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| But the saddest of all that hang on the wall are the pictures from life’s other
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| side
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| Just a picture from life’s other side someone has fell by the way
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| A life has gone out with the tide that might have been happy some day
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| There’s a poor old mother at home who’s watching and waiting alone
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| Just longing to hear from a loved one so dear it’s a picture from life’s other
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| side
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| Now the first scene is that of a gambler who’s lost all his money at play
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| And he reaches down and takes his dead mother’s ring from her finger
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| The one that she wore long ago on her wedding day
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| It’s his last earthly treasure but he stakes it
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| Then bows his head that his shame he might hide
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| When they lifted his head they found he was dead
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| It’s just a picture from life’s other side
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| Now the last scene is that by the river of a heartbroken mother and babe
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| As the harbor lights shine and they shiver on an outcast whom that no one can
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| save
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| And yet she was once a true woman she was somebody’s darling and pride
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| God help her she leaps for there’s no one to weep it’s a picture from life’s
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| other side |