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SOME FOLKS |
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2 Some folks fear to smile,
Some folks do, some folks do; Others laugh through guile,— But that's not me nor you,
3 Some folks fret and scold,
Some folks do, some folks do; They'll soon be dead and cold,— But that's not me nor you. |
4 Some folks get grey hairs,
Some folks do, some folks do; Brooding o'er their cares,— But that's not me nor you.
5 Some folks toil and save,
Some folks do, some folks do; To buy themselves a grave,— But that's not me nor you, |
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