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Lost
Huddled on a blanket
In an old shop door
His eyes have a look of despair
And he knows he is going nowhere
His life is going downhill fast
With his cup in his hand
Begging for a fix
Another wrap will do the trick
And there he sits on the floor
Until his eyes will open no more
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Sunrise
In the morning
When we are still in bed
On the sea
A golden colour you spread
Many people come to see
This wondrous sight
You display
At the break of the day.
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