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You Never Knew.


Passing by, you see our faces. We are here, while you are going places. It's people like you, that don't help. You have all you need. Money, power, and wealth. We look up to you for wisdom and guidance. Maybe a little pocket change, or your old eye glasses. We are people too, whether you like it or not. We may be bums, we live in the streets whether it is cold or hot. We appreciate every little thing you give. This may be what helps us to live.
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