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 I had no time to hate, because
The grave would hinder me,
And life was not so ample I
Could finish enmity.

Nor had I time to love, but since
Some industry must be,
The little toil of love, I thought,
Was large enough for me.  -Emily Dickinson 
And I know I was only supposed to have one but...

Well I was lying, thinking, last night,

How to find my soul a home

Where water is not thirsty,

and bread loaf is not stone

Well, I came up with one thing,

and I don't believe that I'm wrong:

 

Alone, all alone,

Nobody can make it out here alone

Nobody can make it out here alone

 

Well, there are some millionaires

With money they can't use,

Their wives run around like banshees,

And their children, they're singing the blues

They've got expensive doctors

To cure they're hearts of stone,

But nobody, no nobody, can make it alone

 

Alone, all alone,

Nobody can make it out here alone

Nobody can make it out here alone

 

Now if you listen closely, I'll tell you what I know,

Storm clouds are gathering,the wind is gonna blow.

The race of man is suffering, and I can hear the moan,

But nobody, no nobody, can make it alone.

 

Alone, all alone,

Nobody can make it out here alone

Nobody can make it out here alone

-Maya Angelou