
There will be no guards
to help us board –
There will be no carers
to ease our sores –
There will be no beds –
no reposed hospice –
There will be nil left –
no whispered grace
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There will be no guards
to help us board –
There will be no carers
to ease our sores –
There will be no beds –
no reposed hospice –
There will be nil left –
no whispered grace