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-A man beats his chest in great despair  
-Out and about but clung to his chair  
-Sigh after sigh, night after night, no happy cheer  
-He was in great dismay like sheep without shepherd’s care  
-Wanton dreams of tomorrow but the said morrow is a nightmare  
-Is there hope, shall he wait, is there grace but all he can do is bear  
-Care for fear is as bare as mere thought, all is in the night; out the dawn cometh for him to cheer  
-Alas, all is fair

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