Wait. Kreepy Unka Dick's not referring to these guys when he talks about the "weakest members of our society"?
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Farewell, my friends, I'm bound for Canaan
I'm trav'ling through the wilderness;
Your company has been delightful
You, who doth leave my mind distressed.
I go away, behind to leave you
Perhaps never to meet again
But if we never have the pleasure
I hope we'll meet on Canaan's land.
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