teach me the way to be humble and good to be quiet when i should to be great i am not what i was or what i will be there is no one guessing for me there s a draft like a well and a warm wet smell and there is no one to break the fall it s so patient and meek and your mouth never speaks of the times when our hopes die there s a draft like a well and a warm wet smell and there s no one to break the fall teach me the way to be humble and good to be quiet when i should to be great
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