All over, all the places so many men

Still hunted by loneliness all the men

Carrying his own dead body oh men

The grave of his own vault the men

What a man can give a man

Whatever will be given, god will give

People have named sorrow, a medicine in this world

Now there is nothing left in this world

Oh Lord either make the Sahara of sand a river

Or make these tearing eyes a stone.

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