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melinmine wrap and partical board plastic shelters held up with cord broken up and scatered in a pile of disbelive drenched and burned to keep me warm moonlit nights and blinding days under a bench in a doorway the past obsolite and future blury faith is dead now i lye in fury we are sociotys damed a truibute to waste and poverty freezing to death as you walk by spare some change sir is our cry we have our reasons why we are here they now meen nothing nothing at all bring out your dead leave them here here in the fire burning alive