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In the world's mighty gallery of pictures |
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Hang the scenes that're painted from life |
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There's pictures of love and of passion |
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And there's pictures of keys and of strife |
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There hung pictures of youth and of beauty |
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Of old age and a blushing young bride |
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They all hung on the wall but the saddest of all |
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Are the pictures from life's other side |
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Just a picture from life's other side |
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Someone has fell by the way |
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A life has gone out with the tide |
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That might have been happy some day |
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There's a poor old mother at home |
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She's watching and waiting alone |
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Just longing to hear from a loved one so dear |
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Just a picture from life's other side |
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The first scene is that of a gambler |
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Who had lost all of his money at play |
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And he drowses dead mother's ring from his finger |
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Which she wore long ago on her wedding day |
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It's his last earthly treasure but he stakes it |
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Then bows his head that his shame he might hide |
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But when they lifted his head they found he was dead |
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That's just a picture from life's other side |
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Now the last scene is that by the river |
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Of a heartbroken mother and baby |
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As the harbor lights shine and they shiver |
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On an outcast, soon no one will save |
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And yet she was once a true woman |
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She was somebody's darling and pride |
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God help her she leaps, oh there's no one to weep |
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It's just a picture from life's other side |