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They sit there all alone/ the poor, the sick, the homeless/why does no one hear them cry/it seems that life is hopeless.Why can't we take a single day/to reach out and show grace/to help out a fellow man/to look them in the face.What a difference it would make/if everyone would lend a hand/to give a little to the poor/who inhabit this rich land.

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