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MISERY IS THE RIVER OF THE WORLD The higher that the monkey can climb the more he shows his tail Call no man happy `til he dies There`s no milk at the bottom of the pail God builds a church The devil builds a chapel Like the thistles that are growing `round the trunk of a tree All the good in the world You can put inside a thimble And you still have room for you and me If there`s one thing you can say About Mankind There`s nothing kind about man You can drive out nature with a pitch fork But it always comes roaring back again Misery`s the river of the world For want of a bird the sky was lost For want of a nail a shoe was lost For want of a life a knife was lost For want of a toy a child was lost |
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