The people of the night

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They wrap their rags about them,

And try to curl up tight.

There are few who care

For the people of the night.

We lock our door and windows,

Then put out the light.

There isn’t anywhere

For people of the night.

Foxes have their hole,

And birds, too, have their nests.

But there wasn’t any rest

For our Lord Jesus Christ.

Mary Treveil,

Ardrossan Road,