Something's gotta give
So it might as well be me
Share all of my excess
And some of what I need
Let my hands be open
Let my wallet too
Let everything I own
Be paid to all of you
In hoarding not a thing
In keeping my hands outreached
I hope to find the realest joy
The realest calm
The realest peace.
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