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One More Time How goes the day good man?
Has thou ran out of prayers?
No more tales,
or true-sayer left in you?
I don't hear a cry,
It's all in your mind
so keep believing its words.
All things must end and I guess its yours.
No day is won without losses and
no future is held without sacrifice.
Once all have risen up,
arms against the storm
they will doubt in all their hearts
that this could be the one.
So one more time
when theres not a word to say,
nor a voice left breathing;
How goes the day, good man?
