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lord bless you my child
you may kneel and kiss my ring
have you seen helen
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your sin's forgiven
isn't the vatican lovely
have you seen helen
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my guards are outside
today is easter service
have you seen helen
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is the incense lit
is the balcony ready
have you seen helen
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is my hair tidy
and my vestments my mitre
have you seen helen
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why does sister nurse
keep calling for helen pope
bed nine is vacant
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asylum: ward three
Poetryi present to you: frightened, sad, horrified, (occasionally amused) asylum inmates, possibly from the late 1800's to the early 1900's, or perhaps later, their secrets and thoughts, captured and recorded as well as i can. hearing through time to the...
