Yesterday, my bare feet faltered,
On the road, my pathway altered,
From a pure lane of penury
To a lying lane of luxury.
And from my great grief, joy has appeared-
And from my garden of weeds, buds have appeared.
On the road, my pathway altered,
From a pure lane of penury
To a lying lane of luxury.
And from my great grief, joy has appeared-
And from my garden of weeds, buds have appeared.
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