The true measure of a man is how he treats someone who does him absolutely no good.
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Simple. . . I'm a Christian.
I am a flower quickly fading, Here today and gone tomorrow, A wave tossed in the ocean, A vapor in the wind. Still you hear me when I'm calling, Lord, you catch me when I'm falling, And you've told me who I am. I am yours.