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P. SHEpard There's a man standing tall, Standing on his ant-hill. He sure could dig. He could bury it all And pat it down tight. He remebers How she always Had open arms and warm eyes There's a child walking proud; Walking on his gold; Stepping on his wealth. He sure stayed strong, You couldn't even tell. He remembers How she always Had open arms and warm eyes There's a girl. She always had a pretty face, Always had the perfect smile. You couldn't even tell With her back turned to the world, and a tear on her spine. She's remembered For always Having open arms and warm eyes. (KEVIN'S EXPLANATION: This song is kind of an extreme ending to a seemingly unbearable situation. Just think about it. You'll get it) 
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