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For fondling folks and fried fish
Fangs and smoke that hang my dish
If we break two breads and pray
Will it multiply this day?

I’ve hoped for miracles, waited
I’ve loved people I once hated
For I was told that is the key
it is with me and it is free

Frail, my heart’s asleep
Broken and torn deep
Forged to come alive
When I’m thirty five

LARDO