The mark of a Man is in his Charity by Michael Casey
The mark of a man s in his Charity
The mark of a Man is reflecting in the eyes who love him
Fear does not last
In the dawn Love breaks through
As the birds sing to greet the day
Sun will shine
And darkness will be chased away
For wherever there is song
The birds will sing in
And people will rise up
Just as the French say
Au armes cityones
Evil will end
We will have our cake
And eat it
LOpera is just a dance away
So forever be happy
This is just a rainy day
But it comes a Rainbow
Made of Freedom
Mary has thrown it into the sky
For WE are her children
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