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| 10/16/04 The Day I Drank With a Homeless Man Tears fall down Upon my cheek Holding clues Of the weak Take with them My soul they steal Twilight hour My mind their meal From cradle pain Till the end Ever more Message send Crimson red Color thee Fill an ocean Drowning me Sinking deep From the light To the surface I must fight Closing in Darkness hold Sound is mute Heart is sold Homeless man I met today Loving words For me he pray Go home he said Be with your wife Your glass is filled Thank god your life |
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