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Young man he stands alone, December nights contain no light to stay
Says a, woman, “Is your home near, or far from here, can I wipe your tears away?
Way from your face”
Covert below, She takes him home, deciphers codes to find out what’s inside
Says the, woman, “There’s wise in you, I see it through, all your mother left behind,
A poor vacant mind, poor vacant mind, your mind”
Words like vinegar
Sweet and bitter, you find
Stop and start again,
Amid clearer vision, you find you find
Come man, come child of mine, not of blood line, but our place upon the way
Says the woman, “You’re part of me, not part the, the lands of waifs and strays
Be done with the devils day, day, day."
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