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HOMELESS. BALLAD FOR BEA MILES 1902-1973. (EXCERPTS) In Sydney, if your third eye is open enough, You see legions of ghosts flit about. Like the human homeless, they do it tough, And they too feel left out Bea Miles grows up in a lordly mansion, Grows up fast and wild, Like a wildflower bursting in the prim English garden Of her father, John William Miles 77