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Sometimes I get the feeling That there is something wrong; You may have felt the same When that feeling comes along. It doesn't happen often, It really is not in my plan But I know before it happens And I do not understand. In Germany I felt it That feeling of deep dread; The next morning I learned That my brother was dead. I wrote about vague discontent Not knowing what was to be, Just a few days later Word of a death came to me. I suppose it's probably silly - These feelings come and go; Premonition of things to come Are things I'd rather not know.
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