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You're tired and you're cold You long to be free But in this god forsaken land You find no hope No family The many roads that you've wondered Since the day of your birth You've become one of the last. lonely, and Wretched Your hair is matted Your face and hands are dirty The years that you toil Must number somewhere near thirty The deepening of a sadness Grow finally into madness You are truly one of the last, lonely, and Wretched Your eyes are wild and frightening At the same time they are blessed And I wonder if god died Turned his back or only just rested When you walked out on the seventh day Through the big gates and on your way To become one of the last, lonely, and Wretched For once, you were a child Your cheeks were red You were well fed You laughed and played till you got teary Ran to your mother when you were weary But some where you were forsaken Alone, no one there to blame And somehow all was taken Your mind, your body, your name Forgive us our unkindness Our desertion and our blindness With you The last, lonely, and wretched Forgive us for the last, lonely and wretched
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