When all deeds are woes
Then nature send you grace
like the healing rain
To take you down
To the promise land
And the gracious horse
It sends to whisk thee
Across the sand dunes
By grace of motion
Favour of the mile
And luck of the mile
To entertain the notion
That only grace can carry
Favour or luck
And perspiration
Across the Sahara
Into the promiseland
And he warn you
Not to despise
Wise action
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