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Little Gray Songs From St. Joseph's

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With cassock black, baret and book,
   Father Saran goes by;
I think he goes to say a prayer
   For one who has to die.

Even so, some day, Father Saran
   May say a prayer for me;
Myself meanwhile, the Sister tells,

   Should pray unceasingly.
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