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he came and took me by the hand
sadly speaking
in the dark and peace of my final bed
i cannot always feel his greatness
i sometimes wonder if it's really true
good woman
sitting in his rocker waiting for your tea
there is a country full of wine
be not angry with me
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
i am dying
tripping up, falling down

 



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