Many Mansions
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Hope is a thing with feathers, that perches on the soul
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Said the homeless young man standin there, strong against the cold
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Reached into my pocket said a penny for your poetry 
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But when I handed him a dollar bill he was shakin  his head at me
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An he said these words to me

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In my fathers house many mansions
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Though tonite some make their bed along the streets
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Where I’ve seen lives still by winters bitter chill
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In my fathers house there’s  a mansion for me


Sleep is a silent pleasure behind doors with deadbolt locks

But it’s a concrete nightmare chance you take on the streets in a cardboard box

But I know about the eye of the needle what will come to pass 

When the least of us shall be first and the first shall be last

Who’s homeless now I ask

Chorus twice