all she had was a bit of oil
when the prophet came
she had nothing to gain
debt & poverty was her pain
the prophet told her to
pour the oil in a jar when it
was full go get more
all she could do is pour
until she ran out of jars
The Immortal Wize
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all she had was a bit of oil
when the prophet came
she had nothing to gain
debt & poverty was her pain
the prophet told her to
pour the oil in a jar when it
was full go get more
all she could do is pour
until she ran out of jars
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