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and I remember on that day

     when from my home I walked away

did not know where I would go

     only no more that here I could stay

past the heap of what remained

     all too much for me to take

cast aside cause I had no choice

     so little left of once was mine

and I wandered day to day

     finding nowhere for me to stay

and I could begin again

     to seek anew what once was

and seasons did past me by

     and the years I would count

hoping for a little bread

     and somewhere to lay my head

within the winter now I am warm

     within a home again I stand

gaze upon the winters night

     think of those who are without

who know not food for many days

     and have but few threadbare clothes

and rest their heads upon their arms

     and would rejoice in a box to live

there is so little I can do

     and meager it seems what I do give

yet I remember how once it was

     when my poor gifts for treasure would seem