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You need one give you a hand

Your language is very bad

And you have no open sight

You may be lost

You may the shame got

My eyes were filled

And the face was bowed

To the earth, as I can't say a word

Except "help me, my God"
when one was stood with no hope. there will be the only power

— The End —