| God said to the Saint
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| «It's a mess on earth again
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| The unhappy humans
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| Show them of the life to be led
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| Oh show the lost and low
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| The bitter and the cruel
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| Show that even today
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| You can be kind to one another"
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| He arrived in London
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| And lived a lamb-like life for a while
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| With a friendly handshake
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| He shared his money with the poor
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| So soft was his heart that
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| His kindness knew no bounds
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| He said that even today
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| You can be kind to one another
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| He sank into debt
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| And his kindness was used
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| By those wise in the ways of the world
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| He fell into a terribly melancholy
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| «I tried hard to show
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| Awful mortals how to be behave
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| But I no longer know
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| If kindness is quite rational
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| So soft was my heart that
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| My kindness knew no bounds
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| But I no longer know
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| If to be kind is to be clever
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| I fell into debt
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| And my kindness was used
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| By those wise in the ways of the world
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| I fell into a terrible melancholy"
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| At long last the day came
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| When the Saint succumbed to the world
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| He kept a lock on his wallet
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| And kept steel doors shut over his heart
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| The way the world’s made
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| It’s no wonder no one’s good
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| If you want to get on
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| You count your cash and hate your neighbor |