There are no mystic jewels embedded in my prose
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No moonlit haloed cherubs perched on my piano
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No lyrics laced with pixie dust, no angels sing along
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I am just a beggar who gives alms
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Gold and silver have I none, but such I have give Thee
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Borrowed words from the One who gave the gift to me
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The pearl that I could never buy, this life, this dream, this song
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And I am just a beggar who gives alms
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I am not the creator, but a scribe with a pen
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I'm recreating visions through a cracked and broken lens
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Only One has ever seen the home for which we long
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And I am just a beggar who gives alms
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Gold and silver have I none, but such I have give Thee
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Borrowed words from the One who gave the gift to me
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The pearl that I could never buy, this life, this dream, this song
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And I am just a beggar who gives alms
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Beggar Who Gives Alms
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