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The Scar


Lord,
Playing with fire,
I was burned.
I was burned, Lord,
But I didn't mind the pain,
Lord;
I didn't mind the pain.
If only pain came with a burn
It wouldn't be so bad,
Lord,
It wouldn't be so bad.
For pain goes,
Lord,
Pain goes.
But the scar . . .
Lord,
The scar stays.
Playing with fire,
I was burned-
I was burned, Lord.
But I didn't mind the pain . . .
But the scar-
Lord,
The scar....

Written by Grace Vera Postles (1906-?)

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