I am not alone with you.
Nor with the world at large.
When I thought dear life thru,
Here comes a fresh, new charge.
Write down what you think
Or an altered variant.
Get your pieces all a'sync
And much will be the merriment
Fire, brimstone and raining hail
are ready for th'unreformed
Be a friend, skirt the jail
Our lives may yet be charmed.
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