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Maybe, in spite of their tameless days |
Of outcast liberty, |
They're sick at heart for the homely ways |
Where their gathered brothers be. |
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Meanwhile, "Blacksheep! Blacksheep!" we cry, |
Safe in the inner fold; |
And maybe they hear, and wonder why, |
And marvel, out in the cold. |
—Richard Burton. |