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With a Gentle Hand - Mystic

With a gentle hand, Father lead
Our mass of inexperience—
Humbled, childish human in need.
With a gentle hand, Father lead
Along gravel tracks, who's pitied 
Our paucity injurious.
With a gentle hand, Father lead 
Our mass of inexperience.

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