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Four and twenty years ago, I come into this life The song of a woman and a man who lived in strife He was tired of being poor And he wasn't into selling door to door And he worked like the devil to be more A different kind of poverty now upsets me so Night after sleepless night, I walk the floor And I want to know- why am I so alone? Where is my woman can I bring her home Have I driven her away? Is she gone? Morning comes to sunrise and I'm driven to my bed. I see that it is empty and there's devils in my head I embrace the many colored beast I grow weary of the torment, can there be no peace? And I find myself just wishing that my life would simply cease