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Recorded for (0:58): https://www.dropbox.com/scl/fi/xlbtsj521hz6trcbtbj2t/Proud-Flesh.mp3?rlkey=4y8c9t1wugvxh20b7kti895fw&st=1pm8gp04&dl=0

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Proud Flesh

There’s no such thing as pride for me
When I my own successes see
I cannot any credit take
For aught diff’rences I make
In this world to come to be

When I reach out to those confused
(Both abusers and abused)
It isn’t I who’s reaching out
That’s not what this is all about
I’m just a spirit being used

By forces far larger than this
Small human being lost in bliss ~
Strength which illness compromise
Mind which can’t be truly wise ~
My friend, that’s just the way it is

I had no hand in making me
If I behave compass’ionately
And then collect the benefit
Of feeling good because of it
It’s none of my responsibility!

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