RECKON when our days are done And God takes up our record sheets, And sees the battles we have won, He`ll want to read of our defeats. Our little failings He will view, And gaze at us with kindly smile, And maybe say: "I see that you Have faltered every little while." I reckon that he`ll like to see The blots and blemishes between The splendid works of you and me, To learn how human we have been.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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