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A man of words and not of deeds Is like a garden full of weeds, And when the weeds begin to grow It's like a garden full of snow, And when the snow begins to fall It's like a bird upon the wall, And when the bird away does fly It's like an eagle in the sky, And when the sky begins to roar It's like a lion at the door, And when the door begins to crack It's like a stick across your back, And when your back begins to smart It's like a penknife in your heart, And when your heart begins to bleed You're dead, and dead, and dead - indeed.
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