in my hands I hold my cup
that's up to me to fill
from dancing brooks and mellow streams
according to my will
and if perchance I wander lost
and sip the poisoned well
may grace prevail and save my soul
and guide me out of hell
for wherever my heart leads
and with all I fill my cup
sweet or bitter, bad or good
I poured it in......I'll drink it up
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