VANCOUVER, YESTERDAYEdgar tells the Sun that the young man was
"trying to protect her from the riot squad."
Wild child full of grace
Savior of the human race
Your cool face
Natural child, terrible child
Not your mother's or your father's child
Your our child, screamin' wild
An ancient lunitic reigns
In the trees of the night
Ha, ha, ha, ha
With hunger at her heels
Freedom in her eyes
She dances on her knees
Pirate prince at her side
Stirrin' into the hollow idol's eyes
Wild child full of grace
Savior of the human race
Your cool face
Do you remember when we were in Africa?
As long as it is day,
we must do the works
of him who sent me.
Night is coming,
when no one can work.
~John 9
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