A leper walked,
And ringed in bell,
Beware, beware!
I move with hell.
But one young man
Halts near and stare,
He stands right there.
"My little friend, I'm here, I care."
And kissed his face,
Leprosy's trace
Replaced by grace,
Erased at whole.
If not on body,
Then on soul.
A Leper and a Saint
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