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Bring pheasants bring cartwheels
Bring dark hallowed halls
Bring the quiet whisper
Whom no one thought to call
Bring a lamp
A can
A crucifix
Someone to lean against
Bring my mother
My son
In the dark and disorder
I won't go on alone
Without a home.
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