There isn’t much that I can do, but I can share my bread with you, and sometimes share a sorrow, too—as on our way we go.There isn’t much that I can do, but I can sit an hour with you, and I can share a joke with you, and sometimes share reverses, too—as on our way we go.
There isn’t much that I can do, but I can share my flowers with you, and I can share my books with you and sometimes share your burdens, too—as on our way we go.
There isn’t much that I can do, but I can share my songs with you, and I can share my mirth with you, and sometimes come and laugh with you—as on our way we go.
There isn’t much that I can do, but I can share my hopes with you, and I can share my fears with you, and sometimes shed tears with you—as on our way we go.
There isn’t much that I can do, but I can share my friends with you, and I can share my life with you, and oftentimes share a prayer with you—as on our way we go.
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