Give me your lost ones
any day of the week
the ones who look to the sky
but shuffle their feet
Give me your mild, your meek
for they shall inherit
you'll find me among the helpless
and weak
Give me your burned
they've their lessons learned
They've experience in their eyes,
but, alas, no alibis.
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I shall endeavour to create a digital facsimile of the original sketch and post it on Visions of Delaval.
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