Infirm
Everybody here is infirm. Everybody here is infirm. Oh. Mend me. Mend me. Lord. Today I say to them say to them say to them, Lord: look! I am beautiful, beautiful with my wing that is wounded my eye that is bonded or my ear not funded or my walk all a-wobble. I’m enough to be beautiful. You are beautiful too.
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