Before Meat
Hunger of the world,
When we ask a grace,
Be remembered here with us,
By the vacant place.
Thirst, with nought to drink,
Sorrow more than mine,
May God someday make you laugh,
With water turned to wine.
When we ask a grace,
Be remembered here with us,
By the vacant place.
Thirst, with nought to drink,
Sorrow more than mine,
May God someday make you laugh,
With water turned to wine.
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