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St.Steven with
a rose in and out of the garden he goes Country garland in the wind and the rain Where ever he goes the poeple all complain Steven prosper in his time well he may and he may decline did it matter does it now steven would answer if he only new how Lady finger dipped in moonlight writing
what for across the morning sky Sunlight splatters dawn with answers ,darkness shrugs and
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arrow ,sharp and narrow What alot of fleeting maters you have spurned Sevral seasons with there treasons Wrap the babe in scarlet colors Call it your own St. Steven will remain All he lost he regain Seashore washed bye the suds And the foam Been there so long he's gota callin it home Fortune comes acallin keliopde woman Spinning wraped pured sence of your own Can he Answer ? Yes i can ! But what would be the answer to the answer man? |
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