Beau Navire
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When our friends come home with bandages over their eyes.
Listen to their stories as they cross the paths of all these lives.
We sit on steps, sit on stairs and waste away.
Waiting for contusions to heal, not lending a helping hand.
Our hands are out, don't let us fall.
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