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four and twenty years ago

i come into this life

the son of a woman and a man who lived in strife

he was tired of being poor and he wasn't into selling door to door

and he worked like the devil to be more

a different kind of poverty now upsets me so

night after sleepless night

i walk the floor and i want to know

why am i so alone?

where is my woman can i bring her home?

have i driven her away?

is she gone?

morning comes to sunrise and i'm driven to my bed

i see that it is empty and there's devils in my head

i embrace the many colored beast

i grow weary of the torment

can there be no peace?

and i find myself just wishing that my life would simply cease