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It just does not matter,
For ’tis true, I do fear
The words that are spoken
Oh, your ears cannot hear.
Though I choose them with care
And I speak them the same,
Though I reach to embrace,
And receive only blame.

It just does not matter,
But toil as though it will.
I work t’ward the promise
Your spirit will be still.

A word that is true,
A word that is kind,
A word that is meant
To leave ill behind.

Change, will it ever?
A question, so sure.
But, here I remain
Still preaching the cure.