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Who Is to Blame
Oh Lord,I saw a man today he seemed so astray.
He was trying to make it through life his way.
Pushing an old gray cart in the cold pouring rain.
It seemed such a shame, to just look away.
Oh Lord, as I approached, I said to him.
Sir, I am just a friend, would you take my new coat.
I am sure he felt Christmas in the whistling Wind.
It seemed such a shame, to just walk away.
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