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MOTHER THERESA
the fear of pain is what we flee
we flee in fright eternally
the pain in fact is oh so sweet
though who'd believe a trick so neat
that just below the line of fear
the angels blow their trumpets clear
we clutch at love and strangle it
that's fear again we're in the shit
we tell another what to do
that's fear my friend
i'm telling you
i say don't work to change a thing
but try and act from love
i say don't judge your fellow being
remember what's above
the fear of pain though natural
must cease for you to know the all
that some call god and some call peace
you drop your fear
