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The Master Sculptor,
He's doin' a work on
me,
Feels like right even now
He's carvin' hard on
this tree.
I know I'm a work to be,
with so much to
whittle;
I just hope 'n pray
you see,
there's somethin'
left
At the end of it,
long before He gets
to the end of
me. |
