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c huddled mass under a cross
crms at his side bent at the knees
Seek out a pulse, recon, retreat
Do not interact, do not relieve

There's something

hastily obliterated

The coward in the tower screaming lies! lies! lies!
But in his short of sight
He failed to see the huddled masses
With their seismic

All these poor huddled masses
Trying to make it through this disaster
Someone should help them is that what you're after
Where to look now, all that's

the desert rain

Soaked to the bone, we huddled by the fire
Standing at the edge of space, where we all conspired
Take another turn cause you never know when

goodbye to your mama if you're gonna hang out in Smash Alley

You see, Missy just made it out on parole
She's huddled in the gutter and she's shiverin'

Dickheads shit-talk huddled and single file. First world frat-boys and prairie skinheads who will never walk a mile or mourn a murdered friend in

the door for the Lord will go before you
Into a greater power you've never known before

Hear the Spirit calling to wake the living dead
To reach the huddled

As the snow falls tonight
You're all that's on my mind
I know what I said wrong
Just come over for christmas

Blankets huddled up around the fire but

Give me your tired, your poor, she says
Those yearning to be free
Take a light from my burning torch
The light of Liberty

Give me your huddled

just a rat huddled in a corner
Full of obese queens
I swallow looks of contempt

huddled at the last healthy bastion
A handful of us to remain to record this
We're unsure if anyone will find it after we're gone
It could be thousands

tragedy
Huddled families line the streets
Squint your eyes, living nativity scenes

The snow it blows in snow tornadoes across the lawn
I don't know where

To ravel them one by one,
And let them go scraping and creeping,
Out over the crusted snow, 
When others are sleeping.
And the dead leaves lie huddled

their breath
Take the shape of worthless words
Miles of huddled bodies crush
Attempts to rouse the lost
Better to stand and forge ahead
Than lie with

Enforcers of the law
Protect and serve property

Poor and huddled masses of refugees
Seeking salvation in the land of the free
Beaten down by hands that don't

unbound

Round the squares huddled in storms
Some laughing some just shapeless forms
Sidewalk scenes and black limousines
Some living some standing alone

Fire in the Glen

Andy M. Stewart, Manus Lunny, Phil Cunningham

Celtic Reflections [Topic]

Though his kinsmen lay huddled along the shoreside

And there's fire in the glen...

So beware of their banners and the general's lies
There's no glory for

ill-fated
Who bring death, death to the storm

A line of cars is rolling west now
A dark river just begun
The tramps are huddled in their best now
Like

for a ride

There must be a special place in heaven
Where us lost children go
We huddled together
Have you seen me

Have you seen me, I'm the little boy

Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send them to me,
Send them

Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send them to me, the homeless

See the horses from my window 
Bodies huddled and shape one shadow 
Flowers open, slow then violent 
Time is passing, I stay quiet 

Loneliness, your

The Troll

Cirith Ungol

Paradise Lost

1991

Hides under a bridge, 
Where he can t be seen.
Huddled under a bankside,
Staring into a stream.

Want to cross this bridge,
Well better be

out
We'll pour all the lights on ourselves

We met in the summer and huddled in the winter
The days were getting colder but we were getting tougher