Each one, reach one

give

The street lights are burning out cold
On trees skeletons hang
To hide

The prints from your last stay are old
Under the dreams we sang
It died

Try and ring those bells that once chimed
Do a neighbourly sweep
Fly high

Reach a prodigal you can find
Go seek that lost sheep
Please try.

Vera

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