Poverty

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Poverty

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Poverty, poverty Empty hands and icy feet A bed so cold I cannot sleep In the arms of poverty Busy being born or dying You have left your children crying More will come to work for sure Worried, dark, sick, and poor Poverty, poverty You have laid a hand on me In a room so dark I cannot see Through the eyes of poverty Mother you have mourned too long Felt your sons and daughters torn From your arms and from your home Sad and weary world to roam Poverty, poverty Day and night clever thief Our hearts are head, our streets are mean In the throes of poverty We arе hungry through and through Lonesome like wе never knew Doing things we would not do If it had not been for you Poverty, poverty How much longer will it be Loose the chains and set us free From the grip of poverty Poverty, poverty Empty hands and icy feet A bed so cold I cannot sleep In the arms of poverty

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