Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up Thine own lifes means.
Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up Thine own lifes means.
You see me ravin', you hear me crying, Of Lawd, this lonely heart of maine, Sometimes I'm grieving from my hat down to my shoes. I'm a goodhearted woman that's a slave to the blues.
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© 2020 Inspirational Stories