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Reverie Lazy, lolling lullabies Threatening to close my eyes Underneath the rolling skies, A dream my mind is bearing. In my spirit start to rise All friends that I realize Were young & chic, some smart & wise, Some all the while were caring. Ask me not why I'm harrassed When my countenance aghast And my circumstance contrast - These thoughts are not for sharing. Recollection of the past - Until the grave takes me at last, Desperately I cling steadfast The dead skins I am wearing.
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