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The Christian

I am Solomon, I am Job
There is burlap under my rob
I am blessed wisdom but cursed with despair
My trials are neither just nor fair
I am a vagabond, I am the king
Have little but rule over everything
I have never lived but I can not die
Besides God who could answer if I asked, what am I

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