Found.
Four old friends.
Four lost old friends.
Young Historian:
living in the past, pretending all the while.
Ace Magician:
lost in his own illusion, heart on his sleeve.
Future Doctor:
head out weighing her heart at every crossroad.
Stubborn Dreamer:
meant for so much, lost in had done's and would be's.
But all stand united,
Supported by a cornerstone.
Building up their life,
Under the watchful eye,
Of Our Saviour Lord Jesus Christ.
For they are only Lost,
In the way of the worldly noun.
In the heart of our God and saviour,
They are very much found.
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