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night is dark, and the winter winds
i make my shroud, but no one knows
when i was a boy at college
eighty years have passed, and more
give me hunger
there by the window in the old house
winged shadows sweeping by
were it not for that singular smell
old wine to drink
look back with longing eyes and know that i will follow

 



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